I knocked on the old door, leaving my hand to hang there a while. The way the wood creaked as my knuckles tapped lightly against the frame empathised on its age. This building was over one hundred years old and was built from strong, grey stone. The sound of the wind howling around me was enough to make my skin crawl. The fact that I could hear the doors inside slamming was a small but good enough reason to shake. My knees bouncing off one another as my fear and anticipation grew.
The door I stood in front of opened, but there was no one in sight. My blood turned cold and I took a step back, not wanting to enter my future.
