#Inktober 2017. October 7. Day 7.
We’re still in the room with the sword, somewhere in Swift Manor. I swiftly turned around after hearing breathing behind me, but nobody was there, just the curtains blowing in the gale force wind coming through the broken window. Howling through, in fact. Most odd. Perhaps the breathing was merely the wind… and my imagination.
What wasn’t my imagination was the clattering coming from the room next door. In reality, in a haunted house, one would stay where one was, wouldn’t one? Yet in horror movies they always go to investigate. I’m feeling daring. Let’s go and see what it was…!