Chapter Four
SASHA
Sasha carefully and slowly began walking down a narrow corridor that was dark and musty, lit only by the faint glow of a single flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The wooden floorboards creaked under her every step, warped and worn down by decades of use. She inspected the walls, noticing that the peeling wallpaper was a faded muddy brown, stained with water damage and age. The house reminded her of old Charlie Kinnear just by its appearance.
The air felt heavy and still, as if the outside world had been shut out for a long, long time. An aura of neglect and decline hung like a shroud that brought an involuntary shiver to Sasha. She wanted to somehow stall even longer. Maybe she should go outside and talk to Mr. Sands first?
No, she’d have to work the sc
