Disclaimer: I don't own Spirited Away.

Like falling snow, like roaring wind

Chihiro wasn't sure why she turned back around, maybe it was the odd sort of light headed pop of displaced air, or just a whim of the night, but she did.

And what she saw had her jumping back from the door she had left propped open, scrambling backward until she was pressed into the leg of one of her display stands; shaking fingers frantically trying to dig her cellphone from her pocket without losing eye contact with what stood before her.

She hit her speed dial number for her parents, scarcely breathing as the line innocently rang, belaying her panic. And when the line finally crackled to life, the scratchy voice of her father greeting her with a: "Hey Sweetheart! How'd it go tonight?", Chihiro could barely swallow her panic enough to speak, the only sound coming from her throat hysterical, terrified laughter.

And after a moment of her father asking what was wrong, she was finally able to form words.

"Dad, I don't know what you're doing right now, But there's a Dragon standing in my doorway."

Note: I'm posting a second chapter with the first, since I've always felt that a single drabble isn't enough to hook people into a series like this. So enjoy.