…She reached for her bag, took a deep breath and unlocked the door. A chilled winters breeze rushed in as she stepped out of the car. She could see the moon, staring right back at her; as if she was being watched. She felt a chill down her spine as she began to squint her eyes. She made her way slowly towards that cold looking house, pacing herself while trying to control her breathing she began to feel anxious and nervous. 22:59, an hour and one minute till midnight.
She waited patiently at the front porch of the house as the driver stepped out of the car and walked towards her. She saw him reach for a set of what seemed like house keys sitting inside his right pocket. He must be right-handed, she thought to herself with no relevance. As he walked passed her they brushed shoulders; just a slight bump, but enough for her to make her heart skip a beat. He looked back and smiled; she blushed. It seemed like forever as she patiently waited for him to open the doors to this plain and simple house. This night of escape was about to happen, it was going to become reality she thought to herself. ‘You ready?’ He whispered with a smirk. As the doors swung open, he switched the lights on. The house was tattered; wallpapers were falling off the walls and the floorboards creaked as the wind hallowed through. It felt even colder inside the house than it was outside. As she gathered herself to try and make herself warm, she took a step into the house. It felt quite unstable and quite frankly it seemed like she was about to fall through the floor. As she shifted her wholeself through, she quietly closed the doors behind her.
She glanced around, trying to remember every detail of this tattered house simply because this may be her first and last time here. It was dim, the lights weren’t bright enough for everything to be seen. But enough moonlight peaked through the ripped curtains draped over the lounge room windows allowed her to vaguely visualise the blueprints of the house she was standing in. As she reached for the handrails of the staircase in front of her, for some reason she felt as if something wasn’t right about this house. In the middle of a quiet suburban street, old and tattered, cold and dark; it didn’t make any sense. She scurried up the staircase in hope to locate the man who brought her here. Her heart started beating quicker and quicker as she looked around into the empty rooms upstairs. He was no where to be found…Suddenly, she heard a loud clanging sound downstairs in what she might thought to be the kitchen. Being both cold and terrified she paced back towards the staircase…
(to be continued)