Untitled One - Part One

The fog settling in over the treetops chilled Nathaniel, while he strolled down the familiar block to smoke a cigarette. He turned up his collar as he leisurely strolled down the sidewalk. Something was really bothering him, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. As he lit his American Spirit, he contemplated the strange unsettling feeling growing in his stomach. He had had a relatively mundane Wednesday at work, the same tribulations as any other day, but still there was something strange about today.

A flickering red light emanating from an upstairs window caught his attention, as did every night. He paused outside 633 Cloverdale, exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke. He wondered who lived there, and why they didn't just change the light bulb. His eyes examined what he could see through the second floor window; no pictures on the walls, no signs of furniture that he could see. The flickering was much more of a slow pulsing heart beat, which made Nathaniel think maybe it wasn't coming from a light bulb after all. He had never really stopped long enough to think about the red light before, and this new discovery piqued his curiosity. He stepped back a little to see if he could get a better view of the room to find clues and promptly backed into a tree. Laughing quietly at his clumsiness, he quickly glanced up again, and turned to continue walking.

-to be continued...