Knock knock. Her hands shook as she grasped onto the tarnished brass doorknob. Creeaaak. She pushed the door open, stirring up a cloud of dust which engulfed her. She shivered."Hello?" Her voice echoed through the lonely house, which seemingly had no inhabitants. Apart from spectres.
A solemn spirit drifted down the decaying mahogany steps, silently. More trailed behind. Slowly, more spirits drifted down, with anguished wails, cries, and maniacal laughter. She was cornered. Her hands tried to open the door, to escape from this place, but they had seized her.
Knock, knock, knock. She led the parade of spirits, ready to seize another life for the house.
