Beatrice pov
I suddenly woke up in a sweat and tried to regulate my breathing as I remembered where I was. It was still dark outside, and my window was slightly open. A cold breeze made the curtains blow about, and then the sound of rain made me get up from the bed and close the window. I felt weird, like my senses were on high alert.
As I closed the window, rain pattering against the glass seemed to calm me down. I took a few deep breaths, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease. I looked around my room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. It was my usual bedroom, with my bed, dresser, and bookshelf. But somehow, it felt different. The shadows on the walls seemed to be moving, and the creaks and groans of the old house sounded like whispers.
I shook my head, trying to
