There had been that weird gust of wind and thunder when they'd been outside, but Raine hadn't thought a storm was blowing in. Shutters slamming and candles lighting themselves? None of this was normal. And now, the air had become very still. That, at least, made sense. No air conditioner. "And to think I was going to stay here alone for two weeks," she muttered.<br/><br/>"This isn't funny, y'all," she admonished. "Trick candles?  Whose idea was this? Ember?"<br/><br/>Ember's lip curled sardonically, her eyes clearly saying "really, Raine?"<br/><br/>"Gale?"<br/><br/>He shook his head.<br/><br/>"Well, then what the fuck is going on? Hey," she called out, "Whoever is pulling this crap, knock it off!" No response. Nobody had known they were coming, but clearly they had because that weird old man had met them at the door, and the entire house was stocked up and clean, so someone had access to everything. "You guys think someone is in here?"<br/><br/>Gale shrugged. His eyes were darting around the room. Ember's eyes were narrowed and suspicious.<br/><br/>It was the weirdest thing. It was eerie for sure. Weird as hell. And there was definitely a feeling of stillness and being watched. But somehow, it wasn't scary. There wasn't a feeling like they were in some slasher movie. Heck, there wasn't even a feeling like they were in a Scooby Doo episode.<br/><br/>"Guess we should look around and make sure there isn't anyone else here." They all talked about it and agreed. The house was big, but not so big that three people couldn't look at every nook and cranny within ten or fifteen minutes.<br/><br/>"You got the attic, so you check out the basement," Ember told Gale.<br/><br/>"Wait, that's --"<br/><br/>"You scared, Gale?" Raine asked, teasing.<br/><br/>"Fine. Shout if you find anything."<br/><br/>They split up, using the flashlights on their phones instead of the candles, and a few minutes later, met back up in the hallway. None of them had found anything weird, or at least not anything weirder. There was nobody here, nobody watching, unless some creep had set up cameras.<br/><br/>"This is messed up. Maybe it was all just some sort of weird coincidence after all. I say we call it a night." And then, as if in agreement, the candles in the living room blew themselves out.