Chapter One: Nightmares
The night was clear with a cold breeze coming in from the North. Small neighborhoods were silent and dark. A lone figure was still up and pacing around her room. Long red hair swayed gently behind her. She wore only a long black robe. Sighing, she moved back to her bed and laid down, trying to sleep.
Below in the street, everything was quiet. The small cult-du-sac had only ten houses on it, five on each side. All the lights were off. Even the shadows that moved were silent. Rows of them walked in the street, shoulder to shoulder. With the moon full, their white masks were glowing. Two were leading the large group. They spread themselves over the lawns, looking into windows. Some seemed to glide over the asphalt.
"There."
A long skeletal hand pointed to a two story house with blue trim. A small car was parked in the driveway. The woman turned over in bed, finally able to drift on to oblivion. The figures surrounded the house. A white light flared for a second and one of the figures entered the house. A dark shadow tailing the group disappeared as quickly as it was noticed... It appeared in the woman's room. Looking around, it spotted the woman sleeping. A long fingered pale hand appeared holding a wand.
"Silencio," whispered the shadow.
The woman's eyes flickered open. She tried to yell but no sound came out of her mouth. She couldn't see the face under the cloak. She tried reaching for her wand–
"Stupefy."
She didn't remember anything after that.