[When she hears a noise behind her, she chalks it up to the house settling. It happens. When she sees something out of place, though...

She grits her teeth, growing more annoyed as she finds more things out of place. Before she realizes it, her hands are clenched into angry fists, though she knows the gesture's useless. She closes her eyes, tries to regulate her breathing, but only for a moment. Keeping her eyes closed is just inviting danger.

In a furious whisper, she finally addresses the spook that she knows is there.] Stop touching Aunt Jen's stuff, and get out already.