The blistering wind brushed briskly across Michael's cheeks, painting them a rosy red to match his nose. He was the only one brave enough to venture out into the darkness on this frigid night. Without the light of the full moon, though, it was even darker inside, where the others remained fearfully paralyzed.
Only moments ago, the relaxed room had been rocked by an eardrum-busting pop followed by a complete blackout. Then came an eery silence, quickly broken by bootsteps thundering across the floor of stone. A lone, shrill scream echoed through the chamber and a large shadow shattered a window on the South wall as it made its escape.
Without even thinking, Michael followed, but he only ran about 10 yards into the back garden before he paused, realizing that he had no idea which direction the intruder had gone. He looked in all directions, but it was as if he -- if it was a he -- had vanished into thin air.
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