The old house although beautiful and well-kept, was in darkness, as a figure bathed in shadows approached it. The doors which were undoubtedly locked, sprang open at the lightest touch. Lights flickered on as she passed through the elaborately decorated rooms.
Skirts swished and the young (ish) woman sat at a desk.
The lights in the bedrooms flick on and everyone sat up, they emerge from their rooms pulling their gowns on and looking around excitedly.
One voice speaks the thought all of them wanted to.
"She's back, the author, she's back"