Coming Soon!

Randall tiptoed down the corridor and peeked around the corner into the main hall. Pale moonlight poured in through the windows that rattled in the blowing wind and rain. Though he was sure he had heard footsteps, there was no one in sight. The portraits on the walls seemed to watch him. Ashes swirled in the fireplace, as if stirred by an invisible force. It was just the wind from the chimney, but somehow, that thought did little to reassure the half-sleeping young man. He reached his hand across the wall and turned on the switch. Darkness. The storm must've caused the power to go out.

Suddenly, he didn't care . . .