What? I said. I looked around. Just gray walls, shadow square objects, and a midnight sky peeping from the slightly opened window, I thought. I took a second glance, suddenly it got cold. I thought about my younger self, my silly fears and the childish games we used to play to scare each other. It was just the wind. Suddenly a door slammed, and not in the way the air would knock it. Like someone was angry, furious, and wanted me to go. I ran, and never looked back.