The house of your dreams came with triggers from your nightmares. Simon, your now husband and your ex-colleague was away for the evening, leaving your mind to its own devices.

As you headed up the stairs to bed you felt a horrible, crawling sensation of being watched. Head turned.

There were eyes staring back at your through the glass panes of your living room. Two perfect glowing eyes.

What the hell is that? You blinked, and sure enough, they were gone. But the hairs on the back of your neck told you that you were not alone. Breathing rate increased as you ran up the rest of the stairs, every instinct in you screaming that you knew those eyes. Those blue eyes. Fingers already dialling Simon.