The smiling face on the television had been talking about the weather or the news or how effective they’d made the new and improved toothpaste; but now it wasn’t, it was speaking directly to her.
Go, it said. Go outside, into the darkness. She did no such thing, of course — because she was afraid, or simply because she was sensible — but It kept chiding her, challenging her, persuading her.
Eventually she stood and went to the window. The trees swayed and shivered in the wind, only dimly lit by the porch light. “Not tonight,” she said. “Maybe tomorrow. Maybe then.”