Lightning was followed by thunder, and thunder by lightning, in what looked like an endless cycle. The boys looked at each other glad they could make it to the refuge before the thunderstorm struck. Rain was pouring down, and what had been a peaceful stream, now was a wide river. The change of weather had taken them by surprise, and apparently they weren't the only ones, as a group of girls had also looked for shelter in the mountain refuge. The girls were more or less their age, and since there was no one else there, they started talking and exchanging experiences. When the sunset arrived, the weather had only gone to worse, so they all decided to spent the night there. They shared their food and some beers in the common room before going to sleep.
Later at night, one of the guys was awaken by the noise of footsteps. He tried to turn on the light, but there was no electricity. He tried to wake up his roommate, but he was a sound sleeper and nothing would wake him up. Terrified he told himself off, it was nothing, only someone who had gone to the bathroom, however, the footsteps wouldn't stop, going up and down the corridor. He tried to remember if he had locked the door, too afraid to get out of the bed to check. The footsteps wouldn't stop, up and down the corridor. He tried to focus on the soothing sound of the rain, uselessly.
Dawn found him leaning against a corner on his bed, with the sheets and the blankets pulled almost over his head. He hadn't been able to sleep again, sure that if he did the person walking outside would get in and murder them. He casually mentioned it during breakfast, but apparently no one else had heard anything. The girls entered the common room when they were about to leave, he decided to give his story another try, just to know he was not crazy.
-Oh, footsteps during the night? Sorry, that must have been me, I'm a sleepwalker.- one of the girls admitted.
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