You are alone in your house, about to take a sip of your favourite beverage. It is a calm, bright day outside, and the children who live across the road from your house are outside playing in their back garden. Their laughter is drowned out by a car pulling up, but only for a second. You swallow some of your drink and smile to yourself.
A small shiver runs down your spine and the hairs on the back of you neck stand up, despite the fine day. The doorbell rings and you stand up to go and answer it. The hairs on your arms all stand up as well, even though you are not cold. As you get closer to the door a headache starts, which with each step you take intensifies. The last few steps are staggers, and your mind is burning, sharp, painful daggers through your head. As you look through the peephole you can no longer take the pain, and you catch a brief glimpse of a man in glasses standing on your front step before you collapse on the floor and scream until your lungs hurt.
A fractional voice
permeates your consciousness from behind the door. It is calm and...
You can't quite tell what the emotion in it is.
"Are -ou o-ay –
there?"
Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain starts to ebb away.
You sense a figure standing nearby, and tentatively open your eyes. A
bald black man is standing silently over you. He is looking directly
at you. Your front door swings open, and a man wearing glasses, the
same man from before, walks in and also looks own at you.
"Well,
well," he says, "somebody who can sense danger. Sort of like a
'Spider Sense'."
You lean your head back against the carpet to
look better at him. Sense danger...
What was he talking about?
Some small portion of you realises that he is danger, and the hairs on the back of you neck stand up as the bespectacled man smiles and the black man crouches down next to you and places his hand over your forehead.