Lost Manor Ch.2 Awakening

Noire.

Noire.

Noire.

A soft footstep, barely audible. A swish of cloth casting a pale shadow in a moonbeam. A ghostly reflection in a cracked mirror.

Someone has come.

Someone, indeed more like a someones, had come sneaking onto the grounds. She could feel them-- their pulse. Critters scurried silently away from them, avoiding contact. The trees loomed menacingly over them, bidding them treacherous greetings. The vines twisted tight at their feet, awaiting a wrong footstep.

How far would they make it? Noire wondered silently, leaning over windowsill on the uppermost floor. She couldn’t yet see them, but she could feel their sinister approach. A small yawn escaped her and she stretched elegantly. When was the last time she had awaken? She couldn’t remember.

Well, she would just wait for them to come to her.

If they could even make it that far.