With a smirk on her face the old woman folded her arms and leaned against the wall as she watched him enter the hall. Did he not know that it was rude to go snooping around other peopleâ€™s houses? No matter how hospitable someone may seem, curiosity kills the cat more often than not. He should mind himself in those halls otherwise he might not like what he finds. This was not a place where no normal humans, namely those who were more sensitive to the presence of the supernatural than others, could dwell very long; eventually the supernatural pressure would inevitably weigh them down and weaken them. Both mentally and physically they would eventually be crushed. She did not have a lot of things to hide, but this was still her house, it serves those snoopers right to become broken, she does not want people snooping around her house.<br/><br/>When the man vanished she followed him slowly, curious to see what he could be looking for. Did he feel it yet, that preternatural presence? Surely he did.<br/><br/>The old woman noticed how he seemed to drop to the ground and curl up in a ball right there in the middle of the floor. He seemed to be on the verge of crying, too, which amused her greatly. Seems like he was unable to handle the pressure after all, which wasnâ€™t uncommon honestly. It took a strong mind to fight away her influence of drawing out inner demons, fears. What could be going on in his mind that caused him to react like that? Unfortunately she was no psychologist so she really had no idea what was going on, it wasnâ€™t like she could read his mind either. Being the observer she was she merely stood there gawking at him while he was bombarded with his inner demons. Amazing how the ones who were so shut off and defensive turned out to be the ones who were interesting all along.<br/><br/>â€œI thought you would have made it farther than this,â€ the old woman mocked him with that eerie laugh of hers again. The house seemed to laugh with her. It wouldnâ€™t be long before the manâ€™s visions would become stronger, more vivid. â€œDonâ€™t tell me I really have chosen a boring on this time aroundâ€¦ My, this will be interesting.â€ She dared to nudge him with her foot, gazing at him with dark eyes that were slowly becoming more demonic. Behind her the dark shadow began to take the shape of a bird, just waiting to burst out of its cage and wander about the human realm. The more frightened he became, the more the bird demon, her true self, inside of her reacted to that fear. Oh yes, she was going to pick him apart in any way she could. It didnâ€™t matter if he was catching on to her little game; it just meant she was going to have to stay one step ahead.<br/><br/>She was a witty creature, though her wit has dulled somewhat in her old age. Learning about this man had definitely been an odd adventure. She was still on the fence about how she felt about it, one moment she was enjoying it and the next she wasnâ€™t. It was odd but perhaps he would prove to be interesting yet.