He glanced around as the wind brushed his cheek gently, but he saw no one, nor did he see any open windows or anywhere else that a draft could be coming..but he figured it was an old house, and all of them have unexplanable drafts.<br/><br/>But, at the loud crashing noise upstairs, he jumped in his chair, instantly alert. Confused, he looked around him as the curtains seemed to dance of their own accord and wind urged him to get up. He did, rising slowly, his footing and knees unsteady. The wind seemed to push him towards the door he came in, and he followed it's urgings, feeling a need to leave suddenly anyways. So he started towards the hall, but stopped when he heard the groaning on the stairs. Fear paralyzed his heart, stopping it for a moment and all he could hear were the heavy, solid footsteps. Then he jumped again, and ran full speed for the door.