That night, Zoe was restless.

Lying in bed with a boyfriend Stan fast asleep beside her, she had noticed a strange,

diffuse light that appeared to be emanating from just inside the bedroom window.

Nudging Stan awake, she gestured toward the far end of the room.

Seeing it now too, he sat up, trying to comprehend what he was looking at.

Before he had time to think, Zoe was already up and flicking on the main light, nervously

looking about the room before turning it off again.

With the room shrouded once more in darkness, the peculiar light appeared to have gone.

Just have been something from outside, said Stan, as he rolled onto his side and closed

his eyes.

Zoe rubbed her arms, suddenly feeling a little cold, and moved over to the window.

Peering down through the curtains to the quiet street below, she could see the soft sodium

glow of a street light illuminating the pavement on the far side of the road.

That must have been it, she thought.

She pulled the curtains tighter and got back into bed.

Before she could get comfortable however, she saw once again that the strange light had

returned.

Stan whispered Zoe.

He opened his eyes for a moment before turning away again onto his side.

I told you, it's just something from outside, but Stan said Zoe, it's moving.

Stan paused before turning to look at Zoe and then towards the end of the room.

What at first seemed like a light was more like a misty white shadow now and it was moving

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