When the room went dark, she heard her name. It was ushered in a hushed tone, more than a whisper. It seemed detached with an almost palpable chill resonating from it. Something she sensed more than detected, the eerie spectre's faceless voice made the hair stand straight up on the nape of her long and slender neck. Her sense of dread was instant as though the word DANGER were yelled from the other side of the mansion. And somehow it was familiar.