He was on the second floor of the supposed haunted house, slowly pacing. His work had been on the news again. This delighted him and also angered him. People were beginning to eye the house, his house, watching it carefully and poking their noise in his business. His thoughts were disturbed as he heard the front door open and close. He growled quietly, walking into the hallway stealthily and hiding in a closet. There small slots, and he could just see the outline of a girl at the bottom of the stairs.