Larley sat up in her bed with a jolt. Her heart was pounding with fright and she felt beads of sweat on her brows. She looked around the room, which was still enveloped in thick blackness. Who had called her name? she asked herself anxiously. Slowly, she removed her bedclothes and flung them aside, threw her legs down the side of the bed and tiptoed to the window. She tried to peep through the slit in the wooden frame but she could see nobody. It was very quiet all around and she felt some of its heaviness piercing her heart. Her heart was still thumping in her chest and her palms were clammy. Had she been dreaming or had someone indeed called her name? she wondered as she retraced her steps back to the bed she had just vacated. As she pulled the bedclothes and began to straighten them with the intention of going back to sleep, the voice came again. This time, it was very clear but had urgency in it.