Pamela started, and woke; her face and body covered in sweat.
The eyes were watching her again through her window, while she slept; she'd seenthem.
It was happening every night, and when she checked, there was nothing there.
Her dream's had become a cacophony of hellish visions, and those eyes were always the backdrop.
Who, or what, was it that was watching her?
She was determined to discover the being behind those bright, yellow eyes; she looked out the window, and flashed a light at the ground.
Hoof-prints, some still smoldering, were all that remained of her mysterious observer.