A noise, a rustle, a cry through the night. It pierced through the old house’s wall and she heard it. Her blood went cold and a shiver snaked down her spine…. sleep had vanished from her mind. She threw off her quilts and stepped onto the cold floor. She reached for the lantern and fumbling with the match touched the flame to the kerosene wick. Then padded softly to the door and opened the latch, with a creek it closed behind her. It wasn’t only only the night chill that made her shiver. … More The Sound in the Night; an outfit spotlight of my chemise, drawers and cap.