Outside was like a nightmare, where the faded yellow glow of the one lamp only extended to show an axe lying on the floor and half of an ashtray on the table near the door; it was cold out and there was a small light off in the distance but it was so quiet out that that didnt matter and the house might as well have been surrounded by an infinite darkness. It could be surmised that if the door were never again to open the nightmare would become real.