Rosie could not sleep that night. For the last few nights the resumed "ghost" sounds were being heard. Thomas was repeatedly scolded but he swore that it really hadn't been his fault. But, if it wasn't he who made them then who did? One more ghost?
The girl sat in her bed and tried to listen. Though she was far not a musician her ears weren't complained of at all. It seemed to her that someone was running, skipping and doing something like it. She stood up and opened the window. It was a deep night and her eyes had already got used to the darkness. The view from the window was beautiful only other parts of the castle couldn't be seen out of unsuitable position. Nothing else could have been done so the girl lay into her bed and was awaiting the sleep and waking-up hour.