I was the last to step inside, but my new friends
were too excited to notice my caution. Upon entering, I stepped into a narrow
hallway with shiny hardwood floors. My fingers grazed the thin cherry-wood
table on my right, looking at nothing, hearing them run into other rooms. A
soft breeze touched my neck from the open door behind me, but I moved forward,
pulled by… not excitement, nor curiosity. By the quietness of the rooms above
me. I turned to the stairs and walked up. It seemed like every room in this
house was lit. Had anyone noticed?