Something felt wrong. He opened his eyes, the neon red of 3:00 glowing in the darkness from the nightstand. He sat up and strained his eyes to find whoever it was he felt watching him in the black room, the air palpable with fear and something worse. They’d fought that night and she’d cried. He reached out to his side, but her place in their bed was cold and empty. He called her name hesitantly. Nothing. He waited an eternity for 3:01 before turning on the lamp, casting the shadow of the rope and her lifeless body across the room.