Gwendolyn's eyes suddenly fluttered open. She could feel a cool breeze sweeping across her skin, sending a chill down her spine.
Groggy and disoriented, she blinked a few times, trying to shake off the sleep. Something felt... off. The air in the room seemed different, almost as if it was heavier with a presence she couldn't quite place.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and glancing around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. The flickering candle cast dancing shadows on the walls, but the room was still and quiet.
Brushing it off as her imagination, she sighed and settled back into her pillows. She closed her eyes, letting her body relax.
"Must've been a dream," she mumbled sleepily.
A faint rustling sound startled her, and she opened her eyes again. She froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She could've sworn she heard someone breathing.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as the room suddenly seemed to grow colder.