Elder James rose up, and walked to the door, and peered into the dim hallway. The curtains fluttered, the cotton‑soft breeze doing all the work, no footstep, no breath, nothing.

“Thank God, No one is there or else I don't know what to do” he whispered, relief flooding his voice. He was truly terrified. He realized he was just being paranoid.

Back at Davina’s parents’ quarters, her mother paced the room up and down like a caged lioness.

“What kind of nonsense is this?” she ...