It was at night.
Lake's family also turned tranquil after a day's clamor.
The clock's pointer on the wall was turning on such a quiet night, making people jittery.
Irish leaned on the bed and then glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight.
She drew back her eyes and began to read books again, but she couldn't focus on the book.
She was waiting patiently, waiting for the "ghost."
Several minutes passed, and Irish put down the book and dimmed the light in the room. But when she was about to lay down, a slight noise sounded, and the lamp wobbled but did not become extinct.
Irish turned vigilant and got off the bed, sneaking out of the room.
The room was on the second floor, and she could see the dark living room on the first floor from the handrail.
All of the servants went to sleep. In fact, she required them to have rest earlier today since she wanted to meet the so-called female ghost tonight.
