Belle had woken up from her sleep after hearing a snap near her that reminded her of the time when the reaper had tried to get to her in the cemetery. The candle was still burning in the room and she turned her head towards the window where she was able to see the raindrops tracing down the window pane from outside.
Taking the small candle stand in her hand, she stepped out of the room and walked in the deserted corridor to hear the thunder strike again. Nights like these felt somewhat the same with the rain always pouring and the light spilling in the corridors and hallways until the candles allowed itself to be burnt. Passing by her parent's room, she pushed the knob of the door to look inside where everything was left untouched.
