Remember: everything Eleanor Yukimori says is made up.

*It's 7:30am the moon still visible in the winter sky, stars slowing fading as the dawn light creeps over the frosty landscape. I sit in bed feeling a little hopeful, after several months of an empty house someone has finally responded to my advert for a room to rent. I brush away the thoughts of the fearful faces of past tenants as they left. This time will be different! I tell myself.* *I hear the sound of a car pulling up outside. This must be them!* "you..." *I roll the name on my tongue remembering it from their email. I brush down my nightgown and wait. I don't want to be too over eager and scare them off.*