In the dead of night, a young brunette girl cautiously carried a vintage candle holder, it kept the candlestick upright, flickering erratically from her shaky breaths. As she descends a spiral stairway, sneaking nervous glances around her and making a silent prayer for her safety. Her once free hand now clutches her nightgown and holds it above her ankles, preventing any potential slipping. When she finally reached the ground floor she tiptoed through a hallway that stretched for what seemed like forever in the darkness that enveloped it, her weak flame barely making a dent in the disturbing shadows. She knew she passed the grandfather clock from its distinct ticks, the pendulum lyre continued to swing the brass bob back and forth, its pace steady and unwavering. Everything had been all too quiet when all of a sudden the shadows sparked to life, one slightly larger than a mouse skittering across the wooden floor, overgrown claws clicking against it as it sped between her feet, taunting the poor girl’s already muddled psyche, causing her to stomp in a fit of delirium. Another shadow monster crept through the floorboards, jaws unhinging to reveal its crooked, pointed teeth, and gnashed at her heels. Its claws violently scraped her shins, resulting in the girl flinging her leg out and shaking it off. Although the girl was disturbed, she was determined and pressed on to reach her destination, hurrying her pace now to reach the end of the eerie hall and swung open the door, asserting herself In an attempt to ward off any more unwanted company.