The flickering light from a faulty bulb cast fleeting shadows on the walls, playing tricks on your imagination. You forced yourself to dismiss the paranoia, blaming it on the tense atmosphere of the recent events. But then, a faint tapping sound echoed from a distance, almost like a whisper against the windowpane.

Turning your head, there he was. Tanner, with that devious, dead smile on his face. He waved from outside the window, like he was expecting you to do something about it.