“Chelsea! What's happening?” she called out to her in fear and turned tensed.
Frisca raced for the door and banged it in an effort to open it, but in vain. The hallway fell silent, the jingling of the chandelier stopped, and so did Chelsea’s voice from outside. Something really bad was going to happen and she could feel it. She remembered Chelsea leaving the back door open, and thus proceeded towards it., but was abruptly stopped in her way when the chandelier flickered. The hall suddenly turned dim before gradually turning dark until Frisca couldn’t see anything.
The atmosphere was unusually cold; she crossed her arms as another gust of wind whipped her hair. The clouds outside gave way and let the moonlight enter through the stained windows in the hallway. Frisca raced her eyes all aro
