Haunted
Sylvia lost the flashlight, and it began spinning around then lifted into the air, aimed at the three of them who had been swept against the fireplace. Objects from the mantle dropped and swarmed...
Lightning crackled overhead and the chasing thunder shook the dead leaves on the tall oaks standing over the old manor. Fat droplets splattered the cracked walk as Tyler and Sylvia walked slowly up to the wide steps then onto the warped planks of the front porch.
They stood together facing the tall front door. Tyler leaned forward, cupped his hands against the lowest pane of the dusty glass panels.
He looked sideways at Sylvia.