Beneath still waters

The night air in Pine Hollow was sultry, almost too still, as if the town were holding its breath. Streetlights sputtered dimly, and broken shadows danced along the sidewalk. Ethan Parker gazed out his bedroom window at the quiet street below, and worry twisted his gut.
He didn't know why tonight was any different; the moon had not transformed, and the slumped houses on the block still comprised a sleepy row, but definitely something had shifted, like invisible gears clicking into place. The silence was too complete, as if
Some things were best left undisturbed.