As you feel your way through the living room, there's an odd sense that you aren't alone.
That's ridiculous, you tell yourself. After all, the lights were on only a moment ago and there was nobody else in the room.
Funny how the dark turns things scary and evil just with the wipe of its hand. Silly really, to be afraid just because you can't see what you saw in the light.
Then the pain strikes like an axe in your back, and your last dying thought is that it likely indeed is an axe.