Lavinia

I stirred in bed, my eyes still heavy with sleep. A low moan drifted through the house. At first I thought I had dreamed it. Then another sound followed, deeper this time, a groan that vibrated through the walls. I sat up slowly, my heart picking up pace. The noises continued, rhythmic and unmistakable.

“Oh god,” I whispered to myself. “What is that?”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, my nightgown brushing against my thighs. Curiosity pulled me forward even as confusion clouded my mind. I stepped quietly into the hallway, following the sounds. They grew louder with every step. Moans. Groans. The...