Elina started to rise from her seat, to get on the bed and call it a night.
But then suddenly, she paused.
Her entire body went rigid, eyes widening, as she felt it.
The raw, heavy pressure, radiating just right behind her back.
It wasn't something physical, not like someone touching her back.
But a presence. Undeniable and oppressive.
Just like standing too close to a furnace, but it felt cold instead of hot.
Her breath caught in her throat.
No one should be here. I'm alone in the room and even the door is locked.
The thoughts raced through her mind.
Then how?
Then she forced herself to move. Slowly and carefully, turned her head back mechanically, over her shoulder.
And what she saw was... nothing.
Just her empty room. Moonlight streaming in, forming shadows across the floor.
The curtains were still swaying gently.
She blinked. Once then twice.
And began looking around more thoroughly now, scanned every corner, but still nothing.
No one was there at all.
Sigh!
