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That night, something woke Amy from a deep slumber. At first, she wasn't quite sure where she was as her eyelids had gently fluttered open. She could see a tiny bit in the dark, realizing that what she could see seemed strangely unfamiliar.
And then she remembered. She and Adam had moved. They were spending their first night in their new house. She smiled to herself as she snuggled up against him, closing her eyes again.
However, her relaxation was short-lived. She lay as still as possible, her skin crawling as the oddest sensation crept up on her. It was distinct and chilling... It felt as though she was being watched.
She opened her eyes again, her breath held as she glanced around the dark room. She couldn't explain it, but she felt eyes on her. A chill crept up on her.
Pushing herself into a sitting position, the redhead kept as still as she could manage and listened. Yes, there it was... She could hear the faint sound of creaking, and it didn't sound like it was out in the hallway, either. On the contrary, it sounded like it was emanating right there, in the bedroom.
As though following along with her thoughts, one of the drawers of the dresser on the other side of the room opened. She could barely make it out in the dark, but she knew the distinctive sound the piece of furniture made when she or Adam pulled out one of its drawers. Her head shot in the direction of it, another chill creeping up her spine.
"Adam?" she whispered, not daring to tear her eyes away from the dresser. She felt as though compelled to keep staring at it, should something else occur.
Her boyfriend didn't answer. Judging by his deep and regular breathing, she knew he was still sound asleep.
Amy nearly jumped out of her skin a few seconds later. Something else was making an extremely audible creaking sound. She thought it to be the bedroom door. It was as though it were opening or closing very slowly - and she knew it was the latter that was happening when it stopped to a point and slammed the rest of the way!
She let out a shriek as she jumped up on the mattress. She knew she had not just imagined that!
"Amy? What... What's wrong?"
Adam opened up his sleepy eyes and smacked his lips as he rolled over.
Her breathing had increased in speed, and she tried to stutter out a response.
"The... The dresser... The door... I-I..." She grabbed his hand.
"My God, you're freezing!" the man exclaimed. "And your hand is shaking. Baby, what's the matter?" Adam sat up in the bed, his mind now completely awake, even if his body was exhausted. Reaching over toward the nightstand, he flipped on the lamp that rested on top.
The redhead recoiled at the sudden brightness, her free hand flying up to shield her eyes. She couldn't utter a sound as she tried to desperately gain control over her emotions. That, of course, didn't mean her fears had disappeared. Quite the opposite was true. She was shaking like a leaf and felt such an incredible chill within, it was as though her blood had been frozen.
"Ames? Speak to me... Please." The blond man's tone held a note of desperation. He gazed over her with great concern, hating to see her in this current state. Something had obviously spooked her, and he wanted to know what had caused it.
Moments later, she was able to move her hand from her eyes, as she felt more accustomed to the intrusive light. Her hazel orbs were slightly squinted as she shot her gaze over to the dresser.
"Something weird is going on, Adam." Suddenly, she was no longer stuttering. She pulled her hand out of his and slipped from the bed, making her way slowly over to the furniture. Her gaze was sharp and steady as she edged closer, not one detail escaping her as she remembered exactly how they had left it previously.
Adam frowned as he watched her. Something about her tone of voice creeped him out. What was this all about?
"Amy?"
She took in the entire scene of the dresser, a tiny quaver returning to her voice as she turned back to face him.
"This drawer was closed before we went to bed."
"What?"
"Just as I said," she told him. Her gaze shot over to the door, which was open, in the precise position it had
been before they'd turned in for the night. The same could not be said for the dresser, though. "Something... or
someone... pulled this drawer out." Her eyes followed the trail back toward the furniture and came to rest
upon the third drawer, the one in question.