Isadora trusted her instinct. She raised her pillow to reveal her twin daggers and grabbed one of them, swinging her legs off the bed.
Her feet pressed against the wooden floor, and it creaked under her weight when she rose to her full height.
Silence followed, and the earlier creak she had heard was gone, spiking Isadora's nerves, but she remained rooted to her position, her grip on her blade tightened.
She kept her gaze on the wooden ceiling as they willed it for another sound to track, yet internally she prayed it would never come.
However, it did, this time faster, in various locations, and Isadora couldn't keep up with it. She twirled multiple times as her eyes tracked every sound, but it was an endless attempt.
Whatever that thing was, it was unusual, and she couldn't study it enough to decipher what it.
But then... It stopped again.
