Very awesome short story. It does bear various resemblances to the book Watchers, and the author explains this in (I believe) the afterward. It sat as a short story requested by a magazine, and then the mag went under before it could appear.
I love how neat and perfect this story is. It's short, but somehow the author is able to get you settled down, seated in your favorite spot, adorned with pillows in front of a roaring fire, cup of hot chocolate in hand with extra marshmallows, ottoman in front of you which your slippered feet are propped up on, covered with a favorite blanky, book in hand, ALL COMFY. He manages to do this within the length of a novella, and then he blows up the house and throws you out into a snowstorm, scaring the shit out of you. That takes talent, my friends, and it is a talent unique to the author, whom which I celebrate his entire catalogue. No matter how many times I have read them all- they still give me that rainy day, familiar, comfy feeling.