It was a stormy night, thunder rumbled off in the distance. As you were doing some mundane task in the kitchen, you decided to look out your window-- a particularly strong bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Your power flickered, and although briefly, you saw it-- a woman, with red hair and piercing yellow eyes. It wasn't possible for anyone to be out in this weather.

Or so you thought. Slowly, that feeling of you not being all by yourself in your house of one was creeping up. Though you had to be sure, you peered into your hallway to check if the door was locked; it was. Nothing to worry about.

Probably.