Drops of rain could be heard falling just outside the window. She could see the flicker of the candle reflected in the dimly lit glass pane, it danced every so slightly. As she lay on her bed with one arm dangling off the edge, she swept her middle finger along the rug that lay on the floor below her. Her other arm propped her head up while she stared, breathing slowly. The sound of raindrops were all that could be heard. They seemed to drown out any other sounds that might have been made by the old house.

All of a sudden a swift cool breeze could be felt flowing over her body. She immediately lifted her head, pushed her body up and turned around to look at the door. The door was still shut, just like she had left it after taking a shower. She couldn’t help but wonder where this breeze could have came from. All of the windows in her bedroom were closed. She looked at the ceiling; wondering if there may be a hole of some sorts. Maybe the wind could have came from the attic?