Beware [COMPLETED]

13. The phone call

Autumn whirled around to look at the woman but felt goosebumps erupting on her skin when she found no one behind her. All the warmth of the candles from the cabin vanished and it’s condition turned worse. There was only bone chilling coldness and complete silence.

Autumn's heart dropped in the pit of her stomach as she looked inside.

"Hello? Miss?"

Upon not getting any answer, Autumn took a hesitant step inside the cabin. Suddenly the door swung shut behind her causing the whole cabin to shake profoundly. Autumn gasped in fright as her heart jumped. She tried to open it up, but it stayed close. Turning around, Autumn let her gaze wander in the cabin and noticed the enhanced smell of decaying food and moulded wood. There were cobwebs on the walls and a thick layer of dust with light and dark patches, courtesy of the rain.

She slowly walked into the middle of the cabin and looked around. Everything was much older and ragged than it was a while ago. The couch was moth-eaten in many places and the wooden furniture was broken with splinters visible here and there. Autumn felt as if she had been transported to a completely different world.

With calculated steps, she reached the closed door at the back of the cabin- following her intuition. Upon opening the first one, she found a small powder room filled with a gut wrenching smell and then moved over to the next one. This door opened to a small bedroom with wrecked furniture and even worse odour of mould.

Autumn covered her nose and then put a hand on the handle of the wardrobe in the corner to open it up. Her stomach heaved as she opened the rotten door for some insects to fly out. Autumn moved away from the open closet and its pungent smell to fight back the bile rising in her throat. Once she had regained her composure, she moved back to the open wardrobe and then looked through its decayed content. She quickly moved away and then gave a room another glance before exiting. She then entered the small kitchen and started opening up the cabinets in it.

Not a moment later, she found herself looking through the festering pile at a rusted metal box. The box was the size of Autumn's palm. As she opened it, she found a small piece of paper inside that was neatly folded. Autumn unfolded it and saw rough, hasty writing inside.

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To whoever it may concern, if you're looking for the owner of this property for its removal, or any other related reason, please contact the number given below.

Katherine Acton.

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Autumn looked at the bottom of the paper and saw a number scribbled down. Frowning, she walked out of the cabin and then fished through her bag for the will. She unfolded the old, torn paper and then started reading it from where she had left the last time. As her eyes skimmed over the words, they narrowed at a certain point. The paper was torn at the end and the name of the soon-to-be holder of the property was also missing in that torn up piece. Completely vexed, Autumn shoved the paper back in her bag and ran a hand through her hair. Taking a hairband from her wrist, she tied it up in a messy ponytail.

Thinking over scenarios in her mind, Autumn looked down at her hand where the small paper held some digits. She then took out her mobile phone and almost cried in joy as she looked at the signal bars. She quickly punched in the number that was staring back at her.

Almost unintentionally, she held her breath as the number of rings increased by every second. This continued until Autumn was certain that no one answer the call. She was about to pull the phone away from her ear when there came a voice.

"Hello?"

Autumn froze as she heard a soft, yet inquisitive voice of a woman. She could not believe that someone actually answered and now she didn't know how to respond.