A chill breeze slides over the back of your neck. The tiny hairs stand shivering to attention. They’re shaking because they’re afraid. Something is happening. You get up from your seat and start to walk around the room. Nothing has changed in here for years. You notice some dust on the clock and for a second you are distracted before you are snapped back to the moment by a noise outside. You move quickly to the window, there’s a crack in the curtain. You approach it but you aren’t sure you’re ready for what you might see. Standing once pace away from the gap you steel yourself to look, half hoping that whatever it is will have moved on. You are ready, you leap forward and pull back the curtain. There is nothing there.