Elias leaned closer to the glass. Across the street, the Miller house was glowing. Not with the warm amber of a living room lamp, but a harsh, clinical ultraviolet. He pulled up his camera feed—a hidden lens he’d tucked into a birdhouse.
On screen, the Millers were sitting at their dinner table. They weren't eating. They were moving their forks in unison, lifting empty air to their mouths, their expressions frozen in terrifying, toothy grins. Disturbia
The suburb wasn't a place. It was a circuit. And Elias was the surge that had to be grounded. Elias leaned closer to the glass
"Don't worry," the creature said, its face shifting into a mirror image of Elias’s own. "We’ll fix the glitch." He pulled up his camera feed—a hidden lens
Elias backed against the window, the glass cold against his spine. He looked out at the street one last time. Every house was now bathed in that same ultraviolet glow. Doors were clicking open in unison. Figures were stepping out onto the wet asphalt, all of them turning their square-pupiled gaze toward his window.