Eleana looked down at the pair of shoes she is holding. It was not the most beautiful pair she has ever seen, therefore, it was not worth taking some risk just to get it. But if weren’t for it, she wouldn’t know what lies behind that corner.
The whispers silenced as soon as she opened the door but she wasn’t expecting what she has seen in that room—just pure pitch black as far as the eyes could see. Not even a single light managed to get through from the outside. The whispers may have been gone but the pull of invitation was stronger than ever. She was tempted to get in but something in her forced herself not to get in any further, mayhap it was the burning pain on her left arm signaling the danger or mayhap it was just intuition.
Chantal looks back at her every now and then as they wal
