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the air.
    There was no one there.
    I waved my hand at the light switch, causing the lights to turn on and blind me. I turned them off and telekinetically turned the bathroom light on, creating a softer glow of light to spill into the bedroom. Still no one.
    “What the hell?” I asked Romeo, who was sleeping on Hunter’s dog bed. “I think I’m going crazy.” Fear radiated from my heart, pumping cold blood throughout my body. “Maybe it was a ghost,” I lied. I knew better; ghosts were never warm. I touched my cheek, as if I could pick up a trace of whatever had touched me. “I know what I felt,” I said aloud to further convince myself. My eyes scanned the clock on the dresser; it was only ten minutes till two.
    Shoot, I still had hours before the sun came up. “No,” I told myself. “Go back to sleep.” I took a deep breath, slowly let it out and lay back down. I turned off the light and closed my eyes. I was tired; my body begged me to let it sleep. But my mind wouldn’t turn off. What was going on? Did it freak me out that much to be alone that I started hallucinating?
    “No,” I repeated, complete with a head shake. I wasn’t scared to be home alone. I was a witch. A badass witch from the Coven of Sacred Guardians, I reminded myself. I fought demons and ghosts and other…bad things. I was not afraid to be alone in my own house and I was not crazy. I slipped my hand under the pillow and relaxed when my fingers closed around the cool metal of my dagger.
    My feelings of fear grew and twisted into something else. Suddenly, I was angry. Angry that something was messing with me, angry that they were interrupting my sleep, and—most of all—angry that I was afraid of them.
    In a swift movement, I pulled the dagger from under my pillow, flicking the sheath loose as I moved. It silently fell onto the bed.
    “Why don’t you freaking show yourself already?” I asked into the darkness. “Or are these mind tricks the best you have? You should know, it’s not working. You’re not fooling me.” I swung my legs over the bed. “I’m waiting,” I sighed impatiently. I looked around my room, listening and feeling for anything out of the norm. After a few minutes passed, I relaxed. “That’s what I thought,” I huffed and lay back down.
    My head hadn’t even touched the pillow before I heard the distinct sounds of hoof beats on dry earth.   My thoughts went from ‘the horses got out!’ to ‘someone is stealing the horses!’ in a millisecond. As if something took over my body and made me uncharacteristically brave, I jumped out of bed, shoved my feet into a pair of boots, and raced down the stairs, my fingers closed around the dagger.
    Without the sun, the warmth disappeared. My breath clouded around me as gravel crunched around my feet. The fact that my heart was racing didn’t even register in my brain until I skidded to a stop at the barn. I slowly slid open the door and peered inside.
    It was dark, way too dark to see, but I knew there was nothing wrong in here. It felt peaceful and safe. Not wanting to blind myself or the horses, I telekinetically turned on the light in the crossties, located in the middle of the barn. The fluorescent light was still bright, causing me to blink several times before my eyes adjusted.
    Silently, I slipped down the aisle; Mystery was lying down in his stall. He gave me a ‘please don’t ride me’ look before closing his eyes again. Neptune was standing with her head down, sleepily munching on leftover hay.
    “Night,” I whispered to my horses. I decided to leave the light on and snuck back outside. The barn door had just slid shut when someone whispered my name.
    I whirled around, instinctively holding the dagger in front of me. I didn’t breathe as I looked around.
    “I’m right here,” I jeered. “No need to do the creepy whispering thing.” A shiver ran through my body as the chilly night air pressed against me. “Is there something you want?” I