Disturbia

Elias backed against the window, the glass cold against his spine. He looked out at the street one last time. Every house was now bathed in that same ultraviolet glow. Doors were clicking open in unison. Figures were stepping out onto the wet asphalt, all of them turning their square-pupiled gaze toward his window.

"Don't worry," the creature said, its face shifting into a mirror image of Elias’s own. "We’ll fix the glitch." Disturbia

"Elias," a voice whispered. It didn't come from the computer. It came from his own hallway. Elias backed against the window, the glass cold