“Honey wake up, there’s a boy in our backyard”

Dan reluctantly opened his eyes. “What?”
“Dan there’s some boy standing in our backyard. He’s just staring up at me. He’s kind of creepy”
Dan couldn’t help but smirk, he wasn’t even sure why he found Sue’s words funny.

He turned over in the bed to look at her. She was standing at the bedroom window, looking down onto the yard below. She was wearing her old thick dressing gown bundled up as tightly as possible. Probably not a sexual predator then.

In spite of every instinct in his body to stay in the warm bed, Dan sat up, pulled on some sweat pants and grabbed his woolen jumper from the floor to slip over his head. He walked over to stand behind Sue, slipped his arms around her waist and looked out to the yard.

“Fuck me!”
“What Dan? What is it?”
“That kid looks just like Paul and Lisa Harron’s kid”
“You mean their son that died? Oh god i’ve got goosebumps.”

I could swear. For a long moment he just stared until Sue asked him what he was going to do.