Samara?

1 am. Not too late in the night. I glance out of the window of my room. A window that looks onto a huge wall. And a room that none except I live or access. There is a brush of cold air. Suddenly I feel as if somebody is there in my room. It is one of those times when you just feel it. I smile to myself. My mind must be playing games with me. I look down on my laptop. And there is an unmistakable long hair strand of a lady lying on it!