It was supposed to be a nice relaxing drive. We were going to my mother's house for Christmas, the presents all stacked up in the trunk and carols playing on the radio. I sat in the passenger's seat. My husband was driving. It was getting a bit late, but we hoped to reach her house by about ten. Not a lot of traffic. Nice country road. But that all changed. I had closed my eyes and was about to drift off when I heard a loud, inhuman scream. My eyes shot open and I looked at my husband's pale cheeks. I followed his gaze slowly and looked into the eyes of a shadowy figure clutching to our windshield. My mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. "John...." I glanced back to my husband, eyes wide. He was already climbing out of the car and rushing to the windshield. "Little girl!" He cried, for that's what it was. It was still, deathly still. I slowly climbed out as well. And that's when it happened. The girl launched itself at my husband, gripping at his skin and screaming like a banshee. I shrieked and tried to pull her off of him. Her skin was freezing cold. My husband grew silent and fell to the ground. He was dead. She, she was no little girl. She was a monster.