Robert: Why won’t she call me back? I've done nothing wrong, I've left her a few voice mails, that’s it. No harm no foul, but she is making me angry now. Elise: It’s dark and raining, no one is home. I’m alone. I quiver with fear of Robert. This horror like thriller is a two part short story, told two times, from two different perspectives. Is this a story of abuse? Or is this a story of mental illness, accidents and ignorance?