Sitting on the steps of the porch, pitch black outside, only a flicker of light from the street light, Damon watched the house next door. All seemed still, peaceful, nothing to write home about. Every night, one person from the house would watch over the Winters' household for any disturbances, but since they had moved in a few weeks ago nothing exciting happened. Passing the time with monotonous conversations with others in the house who would come outside every so often to check on him and then there was his endless thoughts of worry and life in general. He'd been sitting there a few hours when he began to pick up a scent. He knocked on the door of his house and within a matter of seconds the whole clan was on the porch. The 5 of them stood there sniffing the air, trying to pinpoint the
