Chapter 2: The Cottage
That took me aback. For a second I doubted my senses—for it had moved only slightly. But I leaned forward again and repeated the action, harder. This time there was definitely a movement, perhaps an inch. So I got to my feet and, stepping back, ran at the door, hitting it with my shoulder. The door flew open. It banged against the inside wall and rebounded back, hitting me as I stumbled forward. I was in the cottage at last, and it was dark and still, the only sound that of the rain.
“Hello?” I called, and was mortified by the quaver in my voice.
There was no answer.
Another lightning flash came, giving me a momentary glimpse of the room, and what caught my attention was a fireplace to my left, and what looked like a stack of firewood.
In the darkness I edged in
