Juliana woke in the middle of the night to strange, subdued noise. She listened intently, straining to pick up the sound. It was high pitched, and lilting, like an occult chant. Worried, but more curious than anything, Juliana climbed out of bed, winding a robe around her pyjamas, and slipping her feet into a pair of slippers. She padded out into the hall, and toward the sound. She passed door after door, and it grew steadily louder, but it was still restrained, as if someone was trying to muffle it. But soon she found herself standing before a door with only one name on it, and the sound resonated from behind it.
She stared at the name, blank with fear. It read, "Diana Millennium."
Juliana bit her lip, and pressed her ear to the oaken door, tensing her body for any threat to her person.
The sound pulsated from within, but it was someone speaking, crooning, in an unknown language that made a shiver reach all the way to the tips of Juliana's fingers. There was thick beat, like someone banging on something repeatedly.
The sound swelled, building and building. Juliana staggered backward at the immense volume, and wondered if anyone would appear in the hall to investigate.
But no one came, and the words became a keening shout that rattled the door, and knocked Juliana off of her feet. Still, no one came.
She tried to get to her feet, but the quaking of the floor brought her back to her knees so that she had crawl to her room.
Marlo was still sleeping, and the moment Juliana felt the silk of her sheets she was asleep.
