The skies above the houses darkened, and a chilling wind began to blow, tipping over trashcans and rustling the trees. As the clouds formed, rain began to fall. At first, it was a simple drizzle, but quickly became a torrent. Lighting flashed across the dark night sky. Fog appeared on the road, and a deathly chill began to creep into the houses. There was another flash, another rumble.
And then there was a man.
He stood stock still, beside a dark red Sedan, at the end of the road. Behind him a dark cape billowed out. It was, admittedly, an impressive silhouette. Again, there was another flash and the man was joined by more.
The strange figures began to move down the dark street. They moved past the hedges of number six, past the wilting flowers of number five, settling at the driveway of number four. They swarmed the driveway, crossing the flowerbed and reaching the door. The leader raised a thin stick of wood, pointing it directly at the handle. There was a small flash of golden light and then the door swung open silently. The figures entered the house.
Any screams from the house were quickly silenced by two flashes of green light
As quietly as they arrived, the figures left the house, making their way out of the door one by one. It was the last of them who remembered to close the door. The figures made their way down the street, to be swallowed by the fog.