Gifty, gifty, who wants a little gifty?

Who: An anonymous figure
Where: All around the house
When: Early hours of the morning

They had gotten noticed. They had actually gotten noticed and that gave them a thrill. They liked that - they wanted more of that. They wanted to be talked about on the journals. They watched the journals, looking for signs, because they wanted to be talked about.

They wanted to encourage people - they needed to do more. But they wouldn't start big, they'd build up - because they had all year to play.

They couldn't do rabbits or chickens today - not with this weather. It was disappointing. Instead they had spent most of the day yesterday making - little presents. Little figures of cats and dogs, even a ferret and a bird, snake and rabbit, crudely made, but recognisable. One for each pet in the house. Each with a little noose hung round their neck. That done, they went on delivery, pinning each one to the door of their owner, hanging by the string that formed the noose.

Except then they came to the fifth floor. They were almost caught, but they were being sneaky and quiet. Good job, because Zhen was still there. Outside the gays door. Some kind of protector. They'd think about that. There was something there. But for another day. Backtracking, they stopped half way down the spiral staircase, hanging a 'pet' from the handrail, spaced apart, going down. Each one that should have been on a door on the fifth floor was instead placed there. Not perfect, but it would have to do.

Then they returned to their room, to see if they would be talked about.