The night lay silent on June Carter Street as the shadow moved through the woods. The wind blew gently, bending the flowers in Mrs. Johnson’s garden. Theirs was the last house on the street. The house had been uninhabited for years before the Johnsons bought it. Mr. Johnson had been quite happy buying the house at a cheap price; he had given the realtor a generous tip.
The shadow moved towards the house, called by the movie Mrs. Johnson watched in the living room. Outside the house, the street lay quiet. The neighbor’s dog cowered in fear. The animal could sense the dark presence settle around them.
It was happening again. It was happening because nobody warned them. The neighbors had watched the Johnsons move into the house but nobody warned them about the events that usually took place in it.