Alfie tossed and turned, then looked out at the dark and calm waves outside his window. The wind was calm. The water wasn’t always turbulent, sometimes even appearing rather serene. At this moment, the sea seemed exceptionally deep under the moonlight, so deep that it felt somewhat unsettling.

Suddenly, Alfie noticed a slender, fair hand clinging to the windowsill and went wide-eyed. The hand was clearly that of a woman’s, and it was too pale. The moonlight showed that it lacked any trace of blood.

Feeling like his eyes were playing tricks on him, Alfie abruptly sat up and took a closer look. He rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to believe what he saw.

‘It must be my imagination,’ he thought.

Then he lay back down, turning his back to the window. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

But for some reason, Alfie then felt a chilling breeze brushing against the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. His hair stood on end, and he sat back up and turned to the window again, and