A Novel Idea

Once again, Genevieve felt an odd sensation prickling through the air. This time it felt less like a breeze and more like something...intangible, indescribable.
Like a ghost is in the room, she thought.
Genevieve stood up and surveyed the storage room.
"H-h-hello? Is somebody there?" she asked, shivering.
Nothing happened.
Okay, this is crazy!!! My imagination is working overtime.
Genevieve shook her head, laughed, and sat back down.