The Rising Sun bed and breakfast was closed down for nearly 6 month. When asked why, the owner June always claimed it was due to renovations, despite no construction crews being seen on the property, and the plantation looking the same now as it did when it was closed down. Then finally, with short notice, the Rising Sun opened up in the peak of the summer humidity, welcoming in a handful of new guests.
That first evening was rather slow and uneventful. Dinner was served by Anelie to their rooms, and June only made an appearance to inspect each room before the guests were allowed to settle in for the night. One by one she pressed her ear to the wall, listened for a moment then left without saying a word.
Sleeping in room 111 wasn't easy. The smell of paint fumes from the recently covered door combined with the loud chiming of midnight on the grandfather clock in the library was distracting. Needless to say it was enough to stir him from his sleep, and apparently someone was in a similar situation. The light patter of footsteps approached down the hallway, stopping briefly at each door before continuing on, as if they were listening for something.
If Samuel got up, he'd see that there were even more people awake at the witching hour. Outside his window he would catch a glimpse of several cloaked figures walking towards the front door of the plantation. It definitely wasn't something you'd expect out here in the bayou, or anywhere for that matter. Halloween was several months away.
In addition to the loud chime of a grandfather clock striking midnight, Simon would wake up to the sound of a creak he had heard earlier that day. Some of the floorboards under the rug had made that noise when he walked over them on his way to bed. Something or someone would have to be nearby to create that distinct noise, but if he got up, Simon would find he was still the only person in the dimly lit room.
Outside was a different matter. There was movement out of the corner of Simon's eye and a flicker of light. Walking down the long driveway were several cloaked figures holding flashlights to navigate their way to the front door.
A sound of a commotion outside her door would wake up Juliet. It was a crash that tore her out of her dreams, then a string of strong curse words in Spanish followed. If she peaked out her door she would see a man standing in the stairwell nursing an injured hand against his chest while looking down into the darkness as if waiting for something.
He stood completely still for a moment then slowly turned around and looked over his shoulder at Juliet.
"Senorita." he whispered. "Did you hear that? El Canto. The singing..."
His expression was dark and almost sad, like a feeling of dread.
A cold chill woke Abraham up just as a distant clock struck midnight. Despite it being summer, the night care was still cool as it came in through an open window in his room. A window that had been shut when he went to bed. If he looked around, everything would be where it should be, so if there was an intruder, they hadn't taken anything.
If Abraham went to close it, he would notice several cloaked figures making their way to the house and the sound of someone singing. It was a woman's voice and despite the song being lovely in terms of tone and melody, there was still something chilling about it. The language wasn't anything he knew, though it sounded vaguely Latin or something along those lines, so he wouldn't be able to hear what the woman was singing about, but it would seem foreboding.
The cloaked figures didn't seem to be able to hear the song from where they were, so they continued their way towards the plantation.