Amy had always wanted to go inside the old house and now she had the chance. In front of her between heather thickets and the rotten porch, it was a wooden door. Amy gripped the rough handle very circumspect. It blew cold wind from inside the mansion.
Amy`s skin crept. But she wasn`t going to give up. The young woman bravely went to the darkness of the old house. A desolation reigned around her. Huge canvases of spiderwebs were hanging as if a ghost of former luxury. It was smelling dampness and vinegar. Amy thought that if she would be a vampire this place would be a perfect home.
Meanwhile, something loudly crisped behind her back.
Amy froze in place. She understood that she needed to turn around and look at it, but her feet were just like rooted in the floor.
To be continued...
