The night was so quiet, as if ; someone had killed the noise , leaving all the rooms in silence.
A few lights that before had been shining like brightest gold by the windowsills, were now slaked – giving the small bedroom a spooky feeling.
Not even the stars were beaming on the pitch black canopy , like they used to this time of the year.
Instead of any sights of shooting stars or the glimpse of the big round moon, the sky was left , which it had , in fact, never been before– completely blank.
A several pair of eyes were directed , staring into the ceiling – all of them in the same shade ; hazel brown.