Falling plaster brushes the air like a broom sweeping the floor. Crying from up stairs reminds me of danger. Is some one being attacked? All of a sudden it fades. Then curtains jerk powerfully as if they possessed by an evil soul. Carefully, I walk slowly forward. Goose-bumps envelop my arm. Scuttling on the roof, crows frolic around, they are up to no good.