"I suppose there are more of these red flags after that?" Death inquired, her tone filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"Yep," I nodded in affirmation. "A lot more."
The In-Between changed its form to Evangeline's dark room, where the aforementioned girl was sleeping soundly on her bed. However, her supposed-to-be-14-hour beauty sleep was disturbed by an unexpected rapping on the door.
Drowsily, Evangeline of the past sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"What the hell?" She yawned. "What's the purpose of a doorbell if people don't ring it?
"Wow," Death exclaimed. "That knocking must've been so intense for you to hear it even inside your room!"
Yes, even with our large ancestral home, the banging on the door was so loud that it reached the backend-most room in the house: Evangeline's room.
Lazily, she wobbled out of her bed and headed toward her door to stop whoever it was from breaking down her front door.
