From the street without cars to the sidewalk without people, through a flimsy glass door that shouldn't keep the cold out, yet the moment we stepped into the dimly lit lobby, it felt a bit warmer.
Black lobby, black furniture, no plants, only two staircases left and right, both narrow like one would expect from an apartment building.
I looked around.
"Why am I relieved that there is no elevator?"
"Elevators in ghost houses are always bad news," Henry hummed, taking the left staircase up with his gun drawn.
"Right?" I followed him with the kid, branch, and machine gun.
I suddenly couldn't say how long we walked through the forest or how long I held onto these three 'items.'
I would prefer to stay in the lobby, but here it was still too cold. Henry opened the first door on the left, which should have its windows directed at the street we just came from.
He stepped inside and looked around.
