Often, you would hear eerie voices in your house on gloomy nights. Everything would seem louder than usual. The rain smashing outside your windows noisily but inside your house only dead silence is heard. As dead as the possible lost spirit roaming inside your house.

You felt a gentle, reassuring touch on your hair. The stroke was in perfect rhythm. Caressing your hair side to side. Almost.. comforting you. You felt eyes. Eyes that are piercing at you. Observing you. Observing openly.