Opening the door to reveal a cold dim-lighted house, all Christie could see was a metal spoon and tub of ice cream melting on the table covered in cold dew. Her hands trialed the rough wall as she carefully inched closer to the bedroom, afraid and curious at the same time. She stood outside the door, her breathing agitated and her knuckles white.
The door swung open with just a touch of a finger, greeting her with a breeze of a chilling wind. Her eyes scanned the pitch-black room until it fell on something peculiar and rather eerie. Peeking out under the thick sheets was a toe, particularly a women’s toe based on the pink nail polish that caught her eyes. She ran towards the bed in a hurry, but stood at the edge of the bed, in fear of what she might unravel.
Her curiosity got the best o
