The house exuded an eerie stillness, a hushed symphony that whispered through its spacious halls. It was a peculiar quietude when the world outside surrendered to the embrace of darkness. But not a strange thing at eight in the night when the only other occupants in the large house were two older women in their forties and fifties, who preferred to indulge themselves in quiet hobbies.
In her dimly lit bedroom, Becky perched on the edge of her seat, her eyes locked on the nocturnal expanse stretching beyond the windowpane. The night sky loomed before her, an abyss of obsidian velvet adorned with the twinkling jewels of distant stars. Sleep eluded her, despite the weariness that seeped into her very bones, despite her eyes already feeling grainy and heavy from mental exhaustion.
A sigh esc
