She let out a small yelp and stumbled toward the door and locked it, pausing to take a breath before walking tentatively back toward the note which had fallen from her lap. The letters were fading now and no new ones were appearing. She gave a start and remembered the fire. It didn't take her long to kindle a flame from the embers and she returned to the note, there were no letters visible now. Just a spreading stain that glistened and seemed to coil round the paper. She dropped it to the floor where it made a wet slap before curling up into something dark and malevolent looking. Was that it? Had she just dreamt the last few minutes? She turned to her bed from which she had woken and gagged on a stomach rending scream at the shroud like figure which perched on the end of her bed slowly lifting its gaze toward her. (meesterboom 4)