Not minutes long inside the cellar room. A heavy foot stop dragged itself along the ground making its way to the metal door.
Jane stepped forward, conjuring a protective cover on the door. The footsteps stopped just in front of the door minutes passed. The silence grew thicker with every minute that passed by.
Bang!
A hard thud was heard on the metal door, you could see a little dent on it with the shape of a fist mark on the dent.
Bang! Bang!
The door couldn't withstand the strength.
Click
With the sound of a gun being loaded, I looked over to Nigel who had loaded his gun waiting. Granny stood at a safe distance behind. The spell cast on the door was preventing the door from falling off its hinges.
Jane groaned with her hands outstretched trying to maintain the spell. With every force, it exerted she lost hold of the door.
"I don't think I can maintain this any longer," she said,
