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Mary and I reached our stoop as the sun dipped below the horizon. I could only see the lock upon the door in the glow of orange and purples that accompanied the dying day. I quickly turned the lock to the right and then pushed open the door only to feel an intense reluctance to enter. I felt the urge to pull my new firearm in anticipation that I would be attacked. Instead, I was met with silence and stillness save for the house settling in the late evening air. I slowly moved into the entryway of the home and allowed Mary to move past me as I shut the door. The air still seemed off as though I was entering where I did not belong, but I could not see or hear anything out of the way. I simply shrugged it off and locked the door with a gentle turn of the lock. I followed Mary deeper into
