Alone in her dimly lit room, Laura touched the smooth surface of the Ouija board, her light breath disturbing the flickering flame of a candle. The air was thick, charged with an inexpressible anticipation.

"Is there anyone here…?"

Her voice was only a whisper, an invitation to the invisible.

Silence answered. But then something in the air changed. A sensation, a chill, a barely perceptible breath sliding against the back of her neck.

She bit her lip, shivered… Idiocy. A sigh escaped her, and she stood up in one fluid movement, leaving the game behind her.

But as she blew out the candle, a phantom caress brushed her bare skin beneath her nightgown. An unfamiliar warmth.

A light scratching against the door.

Her stomach tightened, a mixture of apprehension and unfamiliar excitement.

In the shadows, something... or someone... was already watching him.