Nothing moves. The house seems to be holding its breath. The ominous presence intensifies. A sense of terrible wrongness suddenly floods into the room. The walls and floor don't seem quite flat anymore, twisting and writhing like snakes. The armor stand suddenly moves on its own, its joints squeaking as it feebly strikes at the air. The temperature spikes, and then suddenly, there is a flash of light. An oil lamp, sitting on a table on the second floor landing has burst into flame and caused the rat that had been watching to scurry away to a darker room. Seconds later, the sudden illumination and all the other strangeness disappears as suddenly as it began.