It was almost midnight when the woman fell asleep. When the clock ticked twelve the air shifted, the woman stirred. Slowly, a tree-like hand grew from the book. It reached out and groped at the woman’s arm, squeezing tighter and tighter. The woman awoke, crying out in pain. The hand was growing slowly into a body. The woman pulled and pulled at the hand, but it held tight. From the book, stepped a tree with human features, recognisable as a yew tree, The tree man let go of the woman and stepped out the window, grinning maliciously at the woman.