[As the static clears, a low, drawling masculine voice begins to speak.]
"The house, of course, fit my needs perfectly. Though I could hear hinges creak in rooms that lacked doors and strange sounds seemed to echo in the halls, I knew such were the perils of its older roots. Even the slightest breeze outside could make candlelight flicker despite the air seeming still. I worried not. How could I? There was no turning back. Every day seemed better than the last as I prepared the house at my leisure. The cleaning took some time, and I grew accustomed to the strange noises and shadows that came in the night. It was knowing that I could not trust my senses during these times that allowed me to disregard them. I walked to my chambers one such night as the wind howled in such a manner as to cause the entire house to shake. Foundations, I feared, would need to be strengthened. There was no light as I ambled on save for the flicker of the lit candle in my grasp. I missed the stars of my home.
The mirror in my chambers reflected me, as it always did. The shadows cast by my light seemed to exaggerate my features. My eyes did not glow so, nor were they so sunken. I let out a yawn and paused as I stared at myself. My reflection smiled at me. No, my teeth were not that sharp. Still, I smiled back. It was only polite.
MONDAY, 12PM
"The house, of course, fit my needs perfectly. Though I could hear hinges creak in rooms that lacked doors and strange sounds seemed to echo in the halls, I knew such were the perils of its older roots. Even the slightest breeze outside could make candlelight flicker despite the air seeming still. I worried not. How could I? There was no turning back. Every day seemed better than the last as I prepared the house at my leisure. The cleaning took some time, and I grew accustomed to the strange noises and shadows that came in the night. It was knowing that I could not trust my senses during these times that allowed me to disregard them. I walked to my chambers one such night as the wind howled in such a manner as to cause the entire house to shake. Foundations, I feared, would need to be strengthened. There was no light as I ambled on save for the flicker of the lit candle in my grasp. I missed the stars of my home.
The mirror in my chambers reflected me, as it always did. The shadows cast by my light seemed to exaggerate my features. My eyes did not glow so, nor were they so sunken. I let out a yawn and paused as I stared at myself. My reflection smiled at me. No, my teeth were not that sharp. Still, I smiled back. It was only polite.
The light of my candle went out."