Kyra huddled behind him, nearly jumping out of her skin as the door slammed shut. She whimpered, her eyes flicking around nervously, trying to see something that wasn't there. Her hair flew back at the gust of unnatural wind and she shivered, her breath coming in heavy pants. The darkness didn't bother her, but the feeling of icy cold fingers on her back, bothered her. She squeezed her eyes shut against it, feeling the cold sweat trickle down her neck. How many times a week did one have to entertain the thought that they might die? 
Suddenly, it disappeared and she peeked, seeing Ray's bright flame. She let out a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She looked around wildly, shrinking towards Ray again. 
"I hate spirits," She whispered, looking at the house like it would just collapse on top of her. She shook herself, and clung tighter to Ray's hand.