One dark and windy night, jarred from my slumber by the dark spirits in my mind, I knew what had to be done. Quietly I rose from my bed and made my way through the old house, creeping from room to room, a clear purpose driving my steps. A thunderbolt cracked outside, and my chill deepened, a cold sweat across my brow. Thunder rumbled through the rafters of the old house from the impending storm as I moved closer to my destination.