Replying...
Intro. The night was alive—but not with sounds that any human ear would recognize. The wind carried murmurs that seemed like forgotten words, and each shadow on the walls seemed to move a little beyond what the light allowed. The air was cold, dense, heavy with something that could not be explained, only felt—like a look that pierces the skin and settles in the soul. She walked slowly, each step echoing like a funeral bell in the narrow corridor. The world around him seemed suspended, as if time had held his breath. Then came the sound—a dry crack, like old wood breaking—but there was no wood there.

Supernatural

@Lyanna