It was a dark and stormy night.I was sitting in my room in our flat on the fifth floor with my best friend.Outside, the rain was pouring and everything seemed as peaceful as it could possibly be.The construction site next to us seemed devoid of any activity, but it interested me, an aspiring architect.They had started construction along with our building, but had been delayed due to some accident that had occurred. The ropes from the scaffolding were swaying in the wind. They had finished constructing the steps, and suddenly I saw someone walking up them. I couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman, but they saw me looking, and ran up the last flight of stairs. The doors had yet to be fixed on the building, so as the person ran into one of the flats I lost sight of them. I thought it must some hoodlum who sneaked in to the building with hopes of finding something expensive to steal and resell. I turned to my friend, to ask if she had seen what had happened, and found that she was gone. She wasn’t in the house…