Introduction

The street never seemed different. Tall and blonde, they both walked arm in arm. They never had a moment of "something isn't right." Everything was completely the same. But as they climbed the steps, they heard not a sound. This night the dogs didn't bark, but a high pitched cry, a small child it would seem, could be heard echoing through the streets, beautifully, mournfully. The cars from the main street, only a row of houses over, could still be heard, but they were not businessmen returning home late, no partying youths. They drove with purpose. The street lamps came on as usual. Then, as the clock struck midnight, the lights all went off. After that point there was no sound whatsoever. That tall blonde couple had a knock at the door at two o'clock that morning. They remember nothing after that.