harry oido

I went the rest of the way up to the third floor, but it wasn't until I opened the door to the third-floor hallway that my instincts warned me I was no alone. I froze with the door from the stairway only half open, and Listened. Listening isn't particularly hard. I'm not even sure it's all that magical. can't explain it well, other than to say that I'm able to block out everything but what I hear and to pick up things I would normally miss. It's a skill tha not many people have these days, and one that has been useful to me more than once.