The answer would be B, hope this helped!
Ill do it one second
<span>They told him the house was haunted. They told him the house was </span>
<span>strange. Five families had moved in, and never made it out. Alive </span>
<span>anyway. He had already survived two days with his family. His second </span>
<span>night in his new home, what could possibly happen? </span>
<span>A whispered name. </span>
<span>The boy stirs in his sleep. A pale, vaporous moon lights the room. </span>
<span>Shadows are deep. He twists his head, turning towards the window so </span>
<span>that his face becomes a soft mask, unblemished, colourless. But the </span>
<span>boy’s dream is troubled; beneath his lids, his eyes dart to and fro. </span>
<span>The whispered name: </span>
<span>‘Daniel….’ </span>
<span>Its sound is distant. </span>
<span>The boy frowns; yet the voice is within his own slumber, a silky </span>
<span>calling inside his dream. His arm loosens from dampened bedclothes, </span>
<span>his lips part in a silent murmur. His floating thoughts are being </span>
<span>drawn towards consciousness. The protest trapped in his throat like a </span>
<span>form, emerges as he wakens. And he wonders if he has imagined his own </span>
<span>cry as he stares through the glass at the insipid moon. </span>
<span>There is, in his heart, a dragging sorrow that seems to coagulate the </span>
<span>blood, so that movement in the veins is slothful and wearisome. </span>
<span>Somehow, making all effort to exit a ponderous, perhaps even hopeless </span>
<span>affair. But the whispering, almost sibilant, voice dispels much of </span>
<span>that inner lassitude. </span>
<span>‘…Daniel…’ it calls again. </span>
<span>And he knows its source, and that knowledge causes him to shudder. </span>
