2.3

Shadows and light played around from the flames in the fireplace. Faces of torment and disformed bodies seemed to bend and twist their way around the embers and out into the room. Petrus was having a fitful sleep sweating heavily and tearing his head front side to side. Job was laying rolling a bead from his rose bead necklace between his fingers frantically watching the nightmares flicker inside his mind over and over again. Cold shivers slid down his back and gripped into his spine making him try to pull the rags of clothes he wore even closer to his body. He was trying to breath calmly but failing miserably. Tearing his mind from his nightmares he looked at his companions sleeping calmly between him and the fireplace. The warmth spreading from it had caused them to move towards it in their sleep in an attempt to warm up a little more, to scare away the bitter cold that had haunted them all day.

Outside the storm was still going strong and flashes illuminated the windowshapes on the floor in the room with every thunderstrike. Leaves and twigs smashed against the walls making the night a constant rumble of noice and disturbance.

Job never saw what came from behind, he never had a chance to react. The last thing he would ever see was the reflection on the floor infront of him. It was a reflection of the window, but with a slender shape of a man standing infront of it with inhumanly long curving fingers. His throat started an exhale for a scream but before the vocal cords could be engaged his head was bouncing across the floor towards the fireplace and only a hiss rose from his lungs.
Slowly his body fell over in a damp thud with noone else noticing.

Up the stairs a silent creak moved and a soft otherworldly giggle was heard.
Petrus turned over to the other side in his sleep.