For a while, nothing happened. The shed stood as it always did, unmoving and silent. But then, just as the night deepened, he saw her—the old woman. She sat by the window of the shed, candles flickering along the windowsill. There was nothing particularly unusual about her position, but something about her stillness unsettled him.
James stared at her, trying to understand what she was doing. She didn’t move, didn’t seem to acknowledge anything around her. It was almost like she was in a trance, staring up at the moon with an unwavering gaze. His eyes narrowed, his mind racing to come up with an explanation. Was she waiting for something?