When my husband goes on a business trip, I’m usually all alone in a big and old house. It’s been around for more than a century and I suspect folks have died in it. That’s my suspicion and I’m sticking to it.
Late at night, I hear things. If my dog, Cherie, doesn’t respond to those noises then I know everything’s alright. But there are times when she will look up at me as if I am supposed to investigate. Well, I know then that we have a problem. Because “I’m” not going anywhere.
Her response to fear is to piddle and run. That should be my response too!
Ultimately I will investigate the strange sound, but with a good deal of caution. I’m not looking for anything natural, you understand. I’m seeking out a supernatural source. I’m looking to see if a humanlike shadow will pinch off wall, or if the woman in the mirror will morph into a fiend, or worse will she suddenly stop matching my actions! By the way, was that the wind or a howling scream?
I think I hear someone scratching at the door. Hold on a sec. I will be right back…aaaah!