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At about a quarter past two AM, Candice feels a presence like heavy static settling over her, smothering and rousing her into consciousness. She sleeps just under the attic, and when she opens her eyes she feels as though something is staring at her, but if someone were in the room, she'd see them, right?
Even if they were dead.
Meaning, she guesses, with a shudder, there was probably a spirit in the room moments ago, and it's still aware of her...up there. She tips her head up to glance at the ceiling, and as if on cue, she hears a horrific wail rise up. It doesn't sound male or female (or even human, though she thinks what presence is there probably was human) and it's definitely unsettling. She bolts up out of bed, darting into the hallway and in the direction of the attic, though she stops at the stairs, remembering the repeated warnings to never go up there. It doesn't make sense that something would show up now; she didn't feel anything until recently-
Until Martel Dessoir came back.