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In a cabin the wind cold of November howled against the window of the old cabin. Elena snuggled more close to Samuel in the sofa, looking for consolation in the warmth of his body. They had rented that cabin isolated in the forest, far from the city, a last attempt desperate for save their relationship. She loved the form in that he her protected, feeling that with him at the side, any threat could be faced. The only lamp of oil projected shadows long and dancing. The beams of wood moaned with each gust of air, and the floor of below creaked constantly, as if someone walked without rest. They were in the floor of above. "Are you well, love?" asked Samuel, kissing her forehead with tenderness. "Yes, only... the place is a little spooky," admitted she, with a shiver. "But I am with you." He her squeezed against his chest. "Nothing is going to happen. Tomorrow we will light a good fire and it will feel homey." Just in that moment, the creak and the howl of the wind stopped. A silence absolute fell over them, more dense and heavy than any noise. It was a void sonorous that seemed consume the atmosphere. The heart of Elena began to beat unbridled against the ribs of Samuel. Development Samuel not responded. She felt his hand squeeze the one of her with a force desperate. Their eyes met; in the ones of him, in spite of the fear that them invaded, she saw the deep commitment of a love that was refusing to break. Then, the door of the room of being opened slowly, without a squeak. The handle turned with a slowness unbearable, and a figure tall and thin was outlined against the darkness of the hallway. A voice hollow and dry, as leaves dead dragged, whispered a name foreign: "Elara..." Samuel got up of a jump, interposing himself between the figure and Elena. "Do not you approach to her," demanded Samuel, with the voice firm in spite of the trembling. The figure advanced a step. The dim light of the lamp revealed that where should have been the eyes, only there was sockets empty and dark. Elena, mute by the terror, only could cling to the pillow. The figure lifted a hand bony, made of branches dry, and signaled the hallway behind them, towards the bedroom. "She is waiting in the bed," hissed the voice. Samuel maintained his position. "No. Not we will go to any part. Go away." Elena realized of the detail truly terrifying: the figure not was standing in the floor. Its feet floated at a few centimeters of the old boards. The lamp of oil began to flicker frantically, and the shadows danced with madness. End Samuel, with a look of determination, took the hand of Elena. In that instant, she understood the only option. Not they would flee separated, not they would let that the panic