My eyes tracked every shadow as we moved closer to the house.
Not that it mattered much. Even a child would outpace me in this pathetic excuse of a body.
"I'll go first,"
She stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door. The sound echoed through the quiet forest, making the scene feel like something out of a horror story. The cold, damp air did nothing to ease the tension.
No one answered, so she knocked again.
knock! knock!
When no one replied, she kept knocking until footsteps moved toward the door.
creak!
The door opened, and a woman in full black stood before us. Her long dress hung straight down in thick fabric that brushed the floor.
However, what made her truly unforgettable was her height. She had to be at least six-foot-five. Elizabeth barely reached her chest, and I… well, I could hardly reach past her knee.
