Daisy trembled as the tap, tap, tapping on the cellar door matched the fervent thumping of her heart. She took a swallow of wine to quiet her nerves, but an unexpected metallic taste made her retch.
“What do you want?” she cried.
The door breathed in and out.
“You,” it hissed.
The knob turned slow, deliberate. But when the door swung open, nothing was there.