Footsteps

Tonight as I rocked William to sleep I told Abby to go lie on my bed and wait for me.  I could hear her fumbling around in my room as I sang songs to William.  Then I heard footsteps. 

Stomp.  Stomp.  Stomp.  The footsteps were very slow and calculated and they neared William's closed bedroom door.  I would have been sufficiently freaked out had I not known it was Abby.  The footsteps halted outside the door, and I saw a shadowy figure from underneath. 

I got up and opened the door, and this is what I found: