As she glanced around, the pen she used to jot down her thoughts lay beside her, its ink still fresh on the page. Suddenly, Whiskers froze, his fur standing on end, and Maryana felt a chill run down her spine. She turned toward the window just in time to see a shadow move quickly past, but when she leaned closer, nothing was there. Her heart raced as she noticed a silver ring on the table, one she was sure she had lost long ago. Confused, she picked it up, and a whisper filled the room, calling her name softly. The night grew darker, and Maryana realized she was not as alone as she thought.