Bridget and James talked for a while and then he left. She felt a little better having gotten all that off her chest.  And she went to her room. Bridget awoke in a cold sweat. Her heart was pounding. Something was wrong and she couldn't tell what it was. Was something in the house? She felt that that she wasn't alone. "Hello?" Bridget said. Nobody answered. Bridget was very uneasy the rest of the night. The next day Bridget tried to look presentable but she was so paranoid about what happened that night. James tried to come up to her to chat but she avoided him and everyone else that day. That afternoon James caught up to her and tried to make her laugh but she wasn't laughing at anything.