Chapter Eight

Beams of moonlight trickled through the shutters that Brandon threw open.  He lifted the window to let in the night air.  From the staleness of the room, he could tell that it was closed up for quite some time.  He stood in the dark and watched moonlit shadows dancing across the furnishings.  

He had a sense of not being alone.  The hair on the back of his neck was on end and a shiver ran up his spine.  He wondered if it was such a good idea to stay after all. Things were different. He felt a change about the property as soon as he got out of the cab.  It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time; a sense of danger, but of what?  He sensed it was more than the evil looking creature Maggie killed, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

A soft scratching on his door caught his attention. With graceful, silent strides he made his way from the window to the door and paused with his ear to the wood.