At a very early hour of the night, it had to be around one in the morning, Gwen sat up. She sat straight up-her mouth was dry, and her heart was pounding. She had heard a sound. It wasn't the usual night sounds that she was getting accustomed to hearing in the Manor. The clunks and squeaks or even talking birds weren't what was happening tonight. It was a louder, more complex sound, and she tiptoed out of bed because the noise was like a heavy body being dragged across the roof. Her mind began racing, frightened to death as her imagination took over! Was someone on the roof pulling a dead, lifeless body from one end of the roof to the other? She thought.
It was the kind of sound Gwen had never heard before, and now she was wide awake, instantly afraid as her heart raced. She grabbed her r
