The house creaked like it was adjusting itself. Whispers seemed to move through walls. Maisie listened tight footsteps sounded above. Like something was walking on the roof. Under the bed, maisie saw a piece of paper. She grabbed it, a note scribbled in old handwriting :
"They come at midnight... in the shadows."
The clock downstairs struck 11pm. One hour left. Maisie waited for midnight in the dark under the bed and plan to escape through the window of the bedroom. Clock downstairs counted down 11:55, 11:59... MIDNIGHT.
The house stopped creaking. Shadows pooled like black water, maisie held her breathe and lay low and still. Then whispers started low and all around. Like the walls spoke.
"In ... the .... Shadows..."
Something moved overhead, on top of the roof. Footsteps heavy on the roof. Then silence, maisie peeked out and moved towards the window. Moonlight shined through the windows showed shadows dancing. Scared, maisie hid quickly under the bed, no escape.
Suddenly the bed frame shook, maisie screamed, she felt something pulled her under the bed with force. She fight to get free, kicked,screaming until darkness swallowed her. Maisie feels cold hands grabbing her ankles.
She twisted , saw shadows twisting like living ropes. They dragged her deeper into a dark space. Like a hidden room under the Wilson Mansion.
In the blackness, maisie could see shadows and heard breathing, many voices whispered :
"Trapped.... forever...."
Then blackout. She passed out.