You hear it first at midnight.

Almost inaudible, really. Something like the wind, something like an echo. You turn your head, half expecting to see someone there calling your name. But there isn't anyone, of course, and naturally no one called you. You're not sure why you thought otherwise.

And yet it's still on your mind, that flash of otherworldly cognizance.

You realize suddenly, when you remember what today is, that it wasn't your imagination at all. And now you understand.

Someone did indeed call your name. It's on his list, after all. You know it won't be long.

He's coming for you.