Her biggest question, which came every time her eye landed on the spike in the ceiling, was why they played with their prey.
She expected the puzzling, added to the late hour, would make her sleepy, but it didn't. The house became quiet, but still she sat.
Frustrated, she opened her door and peeked into the hall. There were a few lamps giving very dim illumination, but it was enough that she felt confident following the wall. Her curiosity would one day get the better of her, but so far, it had still only brought her good things. As she passed the parlor, she heard sounds again. They led her to a staircase. At the base of the stairs she could hear much more clearly what was happening above. It sounded like her kind of party.
