Emma (now 5) stared out the half frozen window with large brown eyes and a slight tilt of her head made her appear even more adorable. Uncle Jack had said every snowflake he made was different and she wasn't so convinced, she had only been standing there for 5 minutes in the living room with her parents sitting in the couch behind her, her mother knitting and her dad watching the TV.

The blue sky Emma had been staring at had suddenly turned grey, then black. She blinked a few times before she stepped back and realized what it was.

A face.

A scary face with grey skin, black eyes and a black cloak, its hands pressed against the glass as it stared at her. She made a noise and backed up a bit, falling on her butt as she tripped on her slippers.

"Emma?" She heard her other ask and she turned her head to follow her mums voice. "Honey your bleeding!" Pippa got up and rushed over to try and stop her from getting blood everywhere. Pippa pressed a tissue against her nose and instructed her to hold her head up.

"Nosebleed?" Jamie asked from his spot on the couch. Pippa nodded and tutted at some spots of blood on the carpet and picked Emma up and placed her on her dad's lap who bounced her cheerily. "It's okay sweetie it happens sometimes, I used to get them a whole bunch" Jamie adjusted her grip on the tissue before placing a kiss on her head.

"It hurts a bit" Emma spoke with a slur as she tried to stop getting dizzy from the pressure on her head and neck.

"It will" Jamie's head popped up as his wide entered with a wet cloth and gave it to him.

"Who was that at the window mommy?" Pippa turned and frowned before looking at the window and seeing nothing.

"What? Emma no lies" Emma shook her head as best as she could while Jamie got some blood of her hands.

"No! they had scary faces and sharp nails" She curled her fingers and bared her teeth as an example making her dad laugh making her jump and turn to him with a disapproving frown.

"No more scary stories with Jack, Emma" Pippa picked up some cushions as she sat back down where she was. Emma pouted and leaned back on the arm of the couch and she looked out the window again, to see nothing.

I know this is really short but I wanted to upload something to make sure you were still interested in the story and that if you still want me to continue the story I'm going to start when Emma is age 14, so if you like the story, comment!

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