Shadows crept across the wall although the only source of light was steady. Shadows tended to do that in the mansion. They remained mostly in the corners but overstepped their bounds into the light.
Joshua searched beneath the covers on the child’s bed looking for any clues about her disappearance. Sometime during the night, the young Clara had been taken from the safe confines of her bedroom, leaving the mother distraught.
He was no detective but he felt that any attempt to find the girl would only be for show. So he looked everywhere in the room which was comprised of little, a bed and a dresser with little commodities on top. The room was void of clues.
The bulb above dimmed to an orange glow, letting the shadows overtake the room. It was then that he noticed another glow on the floor; several dull lights barely visible were that of footsteps that went beneath the bed.
Pulling it away from the wall, the footsteps stopped at the base where he noticed the soft glow on the wall. What he had first thought was the fading of paint earlier was the impression of a man with a girl draped in his arms. The kidnapper walked through walls.