Arabella couldn't sleep. She tried to sleep but found the town's odd quietness was far too eerie and her head refused to rest. Feeling uneasy, she decided not to sleep as forcing herself to sleep only made her head ache even worse. As she stood up toward the glass jar for water, she realized how it was empty. Not only was it empty, but it held dust in it with small spiders that had started to weave their webs for their family.
She wondered how long it had been since someone had stopped by the inn, but after a closer inspection, Arabella also noticed that it wasn't only the jar that was nesting dust but also the rest of the room. The bed was oddly coarse, clearly, the bed sheet hadn't been clean in a long time. The corners of the ceiling were also dusty and full of spider webs, while the floor was the only thing cleaned, as if the entire inn was kept to be neat just enough so the guests wouldn't know how long it had been since the last cleaning.
