THE ABANDONED HOUSE STOOD IN A COMPOSED WAY. It was as if it had chosen solitude for itself, as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. Marcel suddenly got out of the car, shutting the door behind and she followed suit.
"What now?" She asked, standing beside him.
"I speak, you don't. Understand." She nodded in response, it seemed fair to her and it wasn't like she wanted to speak anyways, best to let him do what he wants. "And if I were you, I would stay close." He warned, never looking at her.
She nodded, "Stay close and shut up. Got it." She said, giving him a thumbs up.
Even the porch looked worn down. Marcel took his first steps closing in on the door, that looked much older than him, he quickly turned the handle, the door oped with a creaking sound and then simply entered, unbothered by it's haunted vibes.
