My dream

Somehow the old man had died in the bathtub. The water wasn't even cold yet. All was dark but his face by light through the opaque window. I shouldn't have been there just then but I was. They sent me the key, and I opened the mailbox and found the old note. The man's right arm was hanging down, and not a foot from his lifeless fingertips a flashlight.

I picked it up. If anything happened I would carry the light out with me. As I did so I felt the shadows slide across the floor. So when I saw the silhouettes outside the window I stopped breathing. Turning, I could make out at least one face shape, a long and serious face, and a young one. I barely moved. There was a small handgun in the soapdish. Suddenly the room flashed twice, and I could see that it was a signal.

My left hand made a splash in the water by his leg, and my right hand barely flashed the light once. I could make out now 2-3 persons outside the window. After the flash, they seemed to acknowledge and move on. I didn't wait for them to leave.