The sky slowly painted itself of that royal blue, still with vibrant residues of the daylight. It, bleeding out of sight by the passing second. Much like a painting above the sleepy town. By the hour, the younger children were home, possibly in their bedrooms, watching TV. The teens, some went out with friends, promising to be back, safe and at an appropriate time. Then struggling to keep track of the same. The older folk, they were tired and retired. Most likely already in bed or getting ready to do just that.
Somewhere among the shadows, there was a shape. He could see his own hands before and below himself. A pale skinned pair, trying to remain undetected by the passing couple. Both of them kids, much like the shape himself. Between branches and silence he hid, at the side of the house, currently empty but filling itself with the two youths. The shape observed them as they entered the building of honest wood. Their home. Or, at least, one of the two. They flicked the l