Helga still looked too scared to go back into her house. Even though she was sure the guards had been more than careful checking everything out. But she knew she had seen and heard something in her basement. Scratching, almost howling. Leaving marks on the sandstone wall. It had only seemed to be a shadow. But the scratches it left, made Helga doubt herself.The look she gave the guard who had just told her, everything was fine, was helpless, terrified. And she didn’t know wether to ask him if one of his men could stay. Or if she should accept there was nothing more they could, or perhaps even wanted to do. Helga wrapped her arms around herself tightly. Nervously looking back into her dark home, which was only lit by the hearth inside. Normally she would have found that it looked cosy and comforting. But after tonight. Helga could only find it eerie. There was a break in her voice, once she finally decided to say anything. Helga was fighting back her tears. Forcing herself to be brave. “T-Thank you sir..” she managed to choke out.