Midnight finally got off the couch when the voices all went silent but she knew they were still there. She felt her stomach rumble, but she ignored it. She just drank some of the water she kept in the spot under the broken wooden stair piece. She could hear footsteps outside her door and she jumped back frightened it might be someone. But the footsteps stopped which only made her relax slightly. "It might be the same spirit outcast again...." She mutters sighing. A little boy died in front of her house when Midnight was small. Now he haunts the front yard and runs around like it belongs to him. But she still felt a slight pain of the story how the little boy dead. She didn't want to go outside and watch the scene of it either.