I heard the sound of the front door closing before the soft scraping of footsteps made their way to my bedroom.
I was sure that for most people, it would be impossible to hear Ghost walking, but for me, it was so loud it might as well have been elephants walking around.
When the sound of footsteps was an indication of a beating, after a while, your entire body became in tune with them. Even now, I can't stop my heart beating in time with each muffled sound. I wasn't nearly as scared right now as I was before, but my body was still conditioned.
The sound of my door opening was almost as silent.
"They are gone," I grumbled, sitting down on the foot of the bed, my arms crossed in front of me. "You can drop the act. Even if you aren't tired, I am."
