There really was something going on downstairs, Helena couldn't ignore it anymore, not after that second sound. It was probably nothing, or nothing as scary as she for some reason imagined it to be. Probably something perfectly normal. One of the maids giving the mummy a final dusting before the showing. Something like that. Yes. But she might as well check and make sure. It'd make her feel better. The children too.<br/><br/>"You stay here, I'll be right back," she said to the children, shutting the book and placing it on the nightstand.<br/><br/>Grabbing the poker on one hand and the oil-lamp in the other Helena made her way to the door, opening it with her elbow before stepping through onto the darkened landing.<br/><br/>"Hello...?" She called down the stairs, a bit annoyed to hear a tremor in her voice. "Anyone there...?"