Something Lurking, Part One
"My house sits off a country road, miles from the nearest intersection, and even that road is remote. About three miles down on the left, my driveway juts off and wanders through the woods. Then the trees clear and give way to a full view of my house. Here, the days are quiet, barring the raps of woodpeckers and the cicadas' song. But, the nights take on a life of their own."