Stepping to one side of the open curtains, she peered through a little gap.
A Yawning Man was coming along the street in a ghostly, juddering motion, wispy, white hair trailing out behind him, pale skin reflecting the glow of the moon and making him seem almost luminous.
She knew exactly where he was heading.
Her neighbor, Mr. Choudhary, was seated fast asleep in the road, his back resting against the front wheel of his blue Mazda, legs splayed wide, leather briefcase resting on his lap. When she’d first seen him like that, she’d had the notion to try and drag him up his garden path and into the shelter of his porch. But he proved far too heavy, so she’d had no choice other than to prop him up and leave him there.
Now the Yawning Man was hungrily honing in on him. As the hideous creatu
