As if by the very suggestion, she found her eyes dragged away from the river and up to the left of the porch, where the last hill before town blotted out the stars.
"Here," he said. "I hope these'll be all right--"
"Look at the Marsten House," she said.
He did. There was a light on up there.
--'Salem's Lot by Stephen King (Ch. 2, end section 6)