This text feels like a mess, but I can't put my finger on it... The sounds, oh the sounds that old houses make. Some of them he recognised, some he couldn't; but it wasn't those he couldn't that worried him... He turned his head towards the window, the rain and the wind smacking against the glass, making the house creak violently. For a second, he thought the whole wall bend against the wind. Surely he must have imagined it? Not wanting to think about the solidity of the house structure, he wrapped himself with blankets and squirmed around in bed, unable to find a comfortable position; the bed too creaking uncomfortably as he did.