Her mother and father could be heard chatting downstairs, the news continuing with stories of strange disappearances related to suburban homes and orphanages, each disappearance a young child, who had been showing signs of frustration and extreme paranoia. As the dark finally drew its curtain over their little community and the warm orange glow of the street lamps flickered to life, the rain that had been washing over the neighborhood had reduced to a misty fog, making each street lamp's glow all the more eerie as they cast their beams through the mist and rain. The speaker on her Ipod which had been softly playing began to distort, the sultry tones of the singer turning to pained screeches and garbled, undecipherable whispers. As the sound died away along with her Ipod which only moments ago had a full battery, street lamps began to flicker as if they would go out, the one nearest her home flickering on and off in slow succession, the space beneath it empty each time it flicked on. It continued for several moments, one last flicker revealing a tall, inky figure, indescribable face tilting this way and that in a near twitching motion before it flickered again and it was gone.