The floor creaked. A single strained sound, simple yet so impacting.  The groaning of long aged floorboards neglected of proper maintenance. The lone sound  ricocheted from wall to wall, echoing in the decrepit old estate. The crying stopped instantly. The kneeling woman ceased in her weeping and slowly moved, lowering her hands from he face. She turned her head in slowly in Delilah's direction. Her long dark hair was tussled and spread over her face, concealing it in collusion with the dark shadows that surrounded them both. She made not a sound nor did she move aside from having lowered her hands and slowly and not staring into Delilah, her face shrouded in the blackness of mystery.