Cold darkness casts and takes over the sky, now it was night, as stars twinkle from above and blink. The neighborhood at this hour was eerily quiet, yet strangely somewhat serene. Winds blow by gently, playing with your windchimes outside your porch, producing calming notes.

You were warm under the sheet of a blanket as you slump on your couch, the living room lights dimly lit, emitting a sense of relaxation. A bowl of popcorn neatly placed beside, while the television portrays a horror film you were watching.

Ring, ring.

The sound of a telephone ringing comes from the kitchen.