The Light on Crestwood Drive

Nora Bliss moves into a rental on a picture-perfect suburban street in Harwick, Connecticut. On her first night, she notices that the upstairs window of the house directly across the street (the Hargrove residence) glows at exactly 3am, every night, without fail. The neighbours say the Hargroves are lovely, their daughter Celeste moved to Portland months ago, and that light is just a timer lamp. Nora almost believes them. Then, one night, the silhouette in the window presses a hand against the glass. And waves back.