The kine has made a sound. Again. How irresponsible of her.
Shadows shifted as the candle flames danced in the dark of the hall. Danced subtly, in an indisceranble terror.
"My-my, oh my lovely childe. What a shame."
I AM AWAKENED DISTURBED DEPRIVATED LUSTING NOW DO IT NOW I HUNGER
"I very much fancied that piece of porcelain. It was older than me, mayhap."
The voice that seemed to come from every direction was calm and cold. Too cold.
Cold enough to set the fires of terror ablaze in any living creature intelligent enough to be able to feel fear. The candles burned calmly yet again, while the shadows kept dancing.
One could see that one particular corner of the hall was getting darker than the others - if one was still capable of coherent thought, that was.