Pauline looked outside of the window from her New York penthouse, down to the busy streets below, some 40 stories down. She was in her late twenties, and she lived alone with her cat Smithy. This night, she wore a green gown, looking all dressy, with her red hair put up and the sporadic curl dangling from her head. It was about 7'o'clock at night, but Pauline looked very tired and sleepy. As she leaned against the window, the lights in her apartment dimmed and then flickered off. It seemed as though she was expecting this as she grabbed a fire poker and held it up, as if defending herself. A look of anxiousness and fearful anticipation appeared on her face.
"You don't look happy to see me sister," said a sickly sweet voice behind the darkness. Pauline backed away closer to the window, hoping to catch some light from the bright buildings outside. "You should be surprised. It's been what, three or four years since we last saw each other? I'd expect you to embrace me. Come Paulie, give us a kiss." And the mystery woman gave a high pitched, immature laugh. Pauline didn't let her guard down and held up her fire poker higher.
"Don't c-come near me," Pauline managed "y-you are not m-my sister anymore!" But the figure didn't say anything. Pauline moved to the curtains slightly and the persons dark yet slim silhouette became visible.
"Don't worry Paulie, I just wanted to say hello. I won't hurt you," The silhouette moved out of view and Pauline gasped. The temperature in the room grew colder and the window Pauline was standing next to shattered. "But I will." And the sweet voice was replaced with a deep and demonic sounding voice. The pieces of glass that lay next to Pauline rose into the air. She dropped her fire poker and ran towards the door. The darker voice continued, "My sweet Paulie, where are you going? Don't you want to see your sister, it's been so long!"
Pauline's body rose up into the air and she screamed. "Don't kill me! I am sorry for what I did to you! It's not my fault, I had to!" A piece of glass flew right at Pauline's navel. It made contact and in the spot where it hit her, blood started saturating her green dress. Pauline cried out in pain.
"Don't give excuses Pauline. Tell me you weren't expecting this sooner or later," continued the demonic voice, quite calmly. As she finished the sentence, more pieces of glass hovered over to Pauline. Out of the shadows came a white gloved hand, with two fingers about to snap. "Any last words dear sister?"
"Go to hell!" Pauline cried, knowing her fate. The white fingers snapped and the pieces of glass charged at Pauline. They hit her and blood started forming, then dripping. Her lime dress was now a pure shade of crimson. She screamed with horror and pain as more glass penetrated her flesh. Then a very large and sharp piece of glass moved in towards her throat. As it cut, Pauline's screams ceased immediately. Her eyes became blank and her body stopped struggling. The white gloved hand waved and Pauline's lifeless body flew outside through the open window. Down it went, 30 stories to go, 20 stories, 10 stories, 5 stories, pavement. It landed with an awkward thud onto the street. A man driving a yellow truck saw the body and attempted to stop, but was unsuccessful. The wheels of the truck ran smoothly over the corpse and finally came to a halt. The horrified driver stepped out of the truck and checked what he had just run over.
Up in Pauline's apartment, the figure waved goodbye to Pauline from the open window. A daisy appeared in the figure's white gloved hand as she bent down to place it next to the puddle of Pauline's blood. "So she won't forget" said the sickly sweet voice, apparently back to normal. "Don't let them forget Smithy, good work." The figure stroked Pauline's white and brown cat. The cat purred precociously and leaped onto a chair. The lights suddenly turned on and the figure was no where to be seen. Smithy yawned and closed it's eyes, ready for a nap.