11-year old Lizzy is awakened in the middle of the night by the wild blowing of the wind. Her unease turns to terror as she discovers the wind has brought a companion-and he wants her!
 

     It was really blowing now, causing the trees that were close to her side of the house to knock their branches against the siding. The window rattled as the heavy gusts blew against them intermittently. Lizzy cracked open her eyes. Surprisingly, her room was quite light. She looked at her window, which faced her as she lay in bed. Through the curtains she could see a faint glow. Moon must be up, she thought. She turned over in bed and shut her eyes again, but the rattling and blowing disturbed her. It was getting a little spooky, even if there was no thunder to accompany the window-shaking gusts.

     She tried to decide if she had ever heard such a wind, but couldn't recall any night that had featured this unrelenting assault. She imagined the trees in her backyard bending earthward against the force of the wind, and wondered if one could possibly be toppled. That made her uneasy, so she tried to ignore the sound, which of course made her all the more aware of it.