At Claire’s apartment, time flew by in a haze of excitement and forbidden pleasure. Yet, as the clock struck midnight, John felt a strange unease gnawing at him. Dismissing it as guilt, he kissed Claire goodbye and began his drive home.

Pulling into his driveway, John noticed something odd. All the lights in the house were off, save for the surreal glow of the streetlamp filtering through the living room window. A chill ran down his spine, but he brushed it aside, attributing it to the cold night air.