Freya knew where she wanted to go, the image from last night still played in her head.
A figure which she couldn't see clearly writhing in pain and then the blue light which seemed to consume the figure "what the hell was that" Freya muttered.
But she walked on, she had no idea where the house was but she planned on locating it.
The streets were tightly woven and narrow with the houses obviously hugging each other at close range just as it was when she saw it from outside the village.
The mist from last night was almost cleared, one could easily see what was ten meters ahead, only what seemed like mist stayed in the air.
AsFreya walked further west it felt as if the atmosphere was changing.
It was getting colder with each step she took, they were fewer people outside, she kept searching though cautiously as she went deeper into the heart of the village.
She turned round the corner of one of the closely built buildings and almost ran into a young man.
She quickly put her hand over her head to stop her shawl from falling to the ground and spun round.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there" she instantly apologized but the man didn't acknowledge her, let alone act like he heard.
He walked straight on without uttering a word to her. 'She was not at fault either so he had to say something right?' she thought
Freya just couldn't understand the mystery behind this town, there were too many strange happenings, her gaze lingered on the man as her rounded the corner and disappeared.
"You've got to be kidding me" she almost hissed and continued on her journey towards the light house.
She hastened her footsteps and quickly began cutting through streets and houses.
In another hour, she arrived at the house.
She immediately recognized it from the single window on the west wall and the brown lintel door which they dragged the man through, the previous night.
From afar Freya screened the area around the house, making sure there was no one around.
The area didn't seem to hold any imminent threat, she begun walking towards the house, still scanning the empty environment.
The area was suspiciously quiet, she got to the door and turned the knob, the door swung open without a sound.
Freya stared at the door for a few seconds before entering the house, the sitting room was not so large and it was poorly furnished, there was an old worn out couch lying against the center of the wall and two arm chairs spread our beside it.
There wasn't much of a decoration except for a few paintings that hung on the wall.
In the room, just as she had seen through the window was just a table and two chairs on opposite sides of the table there was also a candle stand on the table.
Except for that, the took was empty.
Freya searched the entire house, it was completely empty, there was no sign that people actually lived here.
No clothes in the closet, no shoes, no bedding nothing whatsoever to depict any sign of life in the abandoned house.
She went back to the room to look at the table in order to make sure she had walked into the right house, the brown table was almost smooth and without blemish.
'But that man had most certainly been stabbed on this table' she thought.
There should be a blemish or a spot or blood, just anything. But there was no such thing.
Freya ran her hand over the table, then she felt it. There was a dent on the smooth table.
"I was right after all" the mark was too shallow, it blended with the color of the table but if you took a closer look it was slightly visible.
The hand had been around here when it was stabbed. It was this room quite alright, but there was nothing here.
Freya made sure she didn't miss a single detail while combing the room.
She decided to go outside and monitor the house from a distance, but as she moved, something on the floor struck her leg.
She bent down to examine it. It was just a tiny brush, she tried to pick the brush but it wouldn't budge, then she drew and out came a handle.
"A trap door" she exclaimed. It was craftily hidden and it camouflaged so perfectly, it seemed like the trap door had no edges.
She climbed down the ladder slowly, closing the trap door behind her, then she saw the mechanism.
When the trap door is closed, the handle comes over to the other side and leaves only a small brush exposed on the other side, so to access the handle from outside, you had to pull the brush. Freya went down to the basement which was completely empty.
There was a door to the other side of the basement, Freya opened the door and it opened into a whole new house.
This house was nothing like the one above it.
It stretched out for as long as the eyes could see, there was a every long corridor which ran from where she stood to wherever it stopped.
The house below looked like it covered a wide expanse of area above ground.
The walls were marbled white with a touch of brown, the doors were also white, with a brown knob. Making the house seem like she had stumbled across another realm.
She couldn't see the entire house, but she could see that it covered at least a quarter of the village length.
She took a step into the house, Freya was told to conduct a recon and bring back reports, also to avoid engaging unless it was unavoidable.
But she didn't feel like going back to say "Sir, when I got there. I climbed a tree and looked into my binoculars.
I saw a man get stabbed and a bright blue light illuminate the room"