Lydia did not believe in curses, mummies, magic or gods, but there was something inescapably disturbing about this place that she was struggling to set aside as mere fantasies brought on by too many stories and the draft behind her.<br/><br/>The wardrobe was as empty as she'd expected, though somehow it seemed too dark, the shadows almost solid in their inky blackness. Lydia found it very disturbing, though she could not say exactly why. Somehow, her mental insistence that there was nothing dangerous in these shadows, not in the safety of a noble manor, seemed awfully hollow to her.<br/><br/>Frowning, she turned to see if there were any more lamps or candles to light. It would do her no harm to have more light while she undressed for bed. Given the chill, she found herself looking forward to sliding into bed and hoping there were enough blankets to keep her warn.