On his monitor, which should have been dead, a single line of green text remained:
The song reached a crescendo, a howling wall of sound that transcended the cheap plastic speakers. Just as Kay screamed the final lyric, the power in the house blew.
He tried to hit 'Stop,' but the cursor wouldn't move. The song shifted into a chaotic organ solo that sounded like a fever dream. Elias looked toward his window. Outside, the neighborhood streetlights had flickered out. In the darkness of his backyard, dozens of pairs of yellow eyes reflected the moonlight. They weren't dogs.