laundry room

As I came into the laundry room this morning, a shadow moved in the dim light from right to left — coming from the hallway and passing through the closed and locked door at the top of the back stairs.

The shadow was large, as wide as a refrigerator though not as tall. It has a solid mass to it, depth even.

I did not at any point feel afraid.

This is just another episode in a growing list of sightings here in The Last House — shadows mostly, sometimes dark and sometimes pale, moving up and down those back stairs.