No sooner had she spoken than down the chimney tumbled two feet from which the flesh had rotted. The old woman’s eyes bulged with terror.
Then a body tumbled down, then two arms, and a man’s head.
As the old woman watched, the parts came together into a great, gangling man. The man danced around and around the room. Faster and faster he went. Then he stopped, and he looked into her eyes.
“What do you come for?” she asked in a small voice that shivered and shook.
“What do I come for?” he said. “I come—for YOU!” (As you shout the last words, stamp your foot and jump at someone nearby.)