The first blood into the room, lights signalling their presence as if the first step over the threshold were not enough to bring them into her domain. Full attention was on them, indeed, the air in the Sun Room smelling stale and musty despite the amount of use it saw during the day.

Dusty, too, as each movement stirred up thicker and thicker clouds the deeper they ventured into the room. Dust motes glittered, trapped in the beams of their flashlights, and made the room seem less well-lit than it should have been, more impenetrable. The doorway to the library was obscured in shadow.

In that darkness, something stirred.