Isabella Martini - POV
It was a three-story concrete building that badly needed some paint. The windows were crusted with dirt, and the wooden railing on the second floor was rotten to the point that it might fall off any second. There were barely any lights turned on except for a few that I could see on the ground floor, but that too was flickering. As we entered the premises, I realized that there were no cars except for ours, and this only made my heartbeat increase.
It felt like we were walking into an abandoned motel that was infested with serial killers, just like how they show in movies. "Are you sure there is nothing else in here except for this place?" I asked Arlo as he turned off the engine, ready to get down.
