Asjskodlsjdjfkslaosnqosms "Bonne nuit, mi cherie." My mother whispered to me as she lifted the scratchy blankets over my body. "Nuit." I replied simply. She left the room then; and as she did, I caught her passing a glass tube filled of crimson liquid in my sister's drawer. She shot an uneasy glance towards us children after, allowing me just enough time to flutter my eyes closed as if I hadn't seen her. I shot up as soon as the door creaked closed, and walked to the window. Every night I would leave my room for the fields; and in night I would not be seen. I lifted it with ease - passing through like a cat, my frail body moving with no sound. "Sophie." I heard a whisper behind me, and I turned fast to my younger brother's horror stricken expression. "Go back to bed!" I seethed quietly, pointing a bony finger to the window. He blinked once, all emotion draining from his face. He took a cautious step back, his eyes fixed on something in the forest. Without interest I turned - and then soon followed his responses as I saw what he had been afraid of. She was not like how I had imagined, or been told. She didn't tower over the trees; nor did she cover herself in coats of black animal fur. She would neither glare nor stamp her feet in rage. She stood simply; not moving - a small figure waving delicately in the breeze. She wore a suit of coarse material, accompanying the small animal wound around her neck. Occasionally it would sniff her face, wriggling its paws around. I couldn't distinguish it's features. She lifted a hand, and ever so slowly lifted it in my direction. She pointed at me, her mouth moving inaudibly. Her black eyes were frozen and her lips curled into a crooked smile. I turned my head to my brother, but was only met with the ice covered grass. He was no longer around me. My heart bet quicker as my eyes frantically searched the area around the house - and they stopped at the trees. The old lady wasn't there anymore - apart from the pale feather boa previously wrapped near her little animal. It glistened in the moonlight; and I urged myself away from it. Something like that could be sold. My family was in poverty, and any money we could get was used sparingly. It is a trap, I reminded myself, even though I was not sure that was the truth. Exhausted from panic over fear for my brother, I slinked over the window ledge and landed in my room with a quiet thump. I undid my silk slippers - which were soaked from the ice - and pulled a heavy coat around me. I took a step towards my sisters drawers and pulled the handle open. The crimson glass shone in the little light, and I reached forward to get it. It was cold in my hand, the liquid splashing silently around the edges. I lifted the lid and brought it to my nose. The vile stench reminded me of rust and salt, and I dropped it in shock of the strong smell.