Alone on a dark sidewalk, Erika trudges home. The streetlamps flicker above her head and a chill breeze stirs through bare branches. A strange car catches up to her and slows, matching her stride. The window rolls down to reveal a familiar face. “Honestly, Erika! You shouldn’t be walking! Let me give you a ride!” “Thanks,” Erika says. Erika gets a ride home and makes noodles.
Rustle of brown leaf, drip of rain, glimmer of sickly light…
Alone in a dim kitchen, Erika does dishes. Deep within the garbage disposal, there is a mysterious gurgle. Pausing, Erika frowns. After a moment’s hesitation, she plunges her hand into the slimy abyss. Feels around. Nothing. “Huh,” Erika says, withdrawing her hand. She does the rest of the dishes and leaves them to dry.
Alone in a dark house, just before midnight, Erika goes to lock the back door. Outside, the swing creaks as if swayed by the wind, but there is no wind. “Huh,” Erika says. Erika goes upstairs.
Alone in a dark bedroom, Erika watches tv. Somewhere in the house below, there is a strange thump. Erika sits up, listening. Silence. “Huh,” Erika says. Erika eventually falls asleep, her laptop still chattering laughtrack.
Alone in a dark bed, Erika wakes up unable to breathe because something is on her face. “Mmmphff,” Erika says, tasting fur. It’s the cat. Erika pushes the cat off her face and goes back to sleep.
Still alone in a dark bed, Erika feels she’s only just drifted off when there’s a terrible crash in the kitchen downstairs. Before she can do anything, boots come thumping up to the hall and a bearded man enters the room. It’s the Husband. “Oh it’s you,” Erika says, pulling the covers over her head.
“Stupid cat is trying to kill me,” the Husband says.
“Of course it is.”
Erika goes back to sleep.