As I do I catch sight of something that makes my blood run cold. There is someone at the window, looking in at us out of the blackness, observing silently. The face is pressed against the glass, its features distorted into a hideous gargoyle mask, its teeth bared in a horrible grin. As I continue to stare, unable to look away, it mouths a single word. BOO. I’m not even aware of the champagne glass leaving my hand until it explodes at my feet.
