On a stormy night, a boy and his dog huddled under the covers

On a stormy night, a boy and his dog huddled under the covers. The power went out, and the only light came from the flickering candles. The boy heard scratching at the window. His dog growled, but he felt a chill—something was off. He whispered to the dog, “It’s just the wind.” The dog’s eyes widened in terror, and he barked frantically. The boy turned slowly, and there, pressed against the window, was a face grinning with malicious glee. The boy’s last thought was how the face looked just like his own.