Keegan's temples had been pounding for three days. It was only when the call came through from the police station where his house was located that he realised the constant anxiety was not a PTSD attack. When the old cop he knew so well stammered that his house seemed to be haunted, Keegan thought he'd blown his brains out in the explosion the other day. With his old friend's reassurance, he hurries home on leave with his own bags, fresh from his mission. It was the middle of the night when he stepped through the door, and the suburban house was so quiet there wasn't even the sound of bugs. Keegan drew the pistol strapped to the back of his waist, the squeak of his tactical boots on the oak floorboards echoing down the corridor. He checked each room again, one by one, and still nothing. Just as Keegan thought it was a joke, something beyond the laws of physics began to creep down his seventh spine and Keegan jerked his head back. A pale, translucent face was just three centimetres from the tip of his nose, the woman's face covered in fissures oozing a stardust-like phosphorescence, and her white-less eyes oozing a strange glowing liquid! "JESUS!!!" Keegan almost unconsciously rolled back several metres, then raised his gun and aimed at the white shadow floating in the air.