...The air in the old house was quite musty. Charlie let go of the front door and the door slammed behind her, cutting off the screams of the kids playing on the other side of the street. The silence was oppressive, like a stuffy blanket... And the smell here was somehow strange - like dried flowers. Something dead. Charlie was about to leave when she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. The wall opposite the windows was no longer empty. The shadow of a child’s cradle lay on the faded wallpaper, surprisingly clear, as if drawn with paint. Surprise turned into panic as the shadow began to thicken and darken. And there was something else there... A shadow that grew and filled with darkness. And then she swayed, as if she had been pushed by an invisible hand...