Prince of Darkness 4
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READ PART 3"There's an old house out there, and perhaps empty too. We can take shelter there," he said.
The sun of hopes was again shining.
But not for long.
No stopping drove over the driveway, jumped off the bike just before the door.
Peter was ahead of me; he opened the door. We both got in and slammed the door.
I just sat down on the floor for a moment.
Both heavily breathing. I was dying for water.
We both looked at each other. I smiled.
"Wonderful!" I said.
"No, it was rather amazing." he murmured.
The crows were still outside. I was sitting on the railings or floor. I could hear them.
"There's no going back." I said, "At least for some more time."
Peter stood up, "Let's explore the house." he said. He was still heavily breathing.
He took a few steps, and then I stood up. I saw an old sofa and an old table in front of it: a few doors and stairs and another stair going down.
I was having a strong feeling of déjà vu, but I didn't know why?
I looked out of the window. The crows were still out there. So, I had no other option except for exploring until I wanted to get bored.
Peter opened the door.
"BATS!!!" I shouted. He got terrified, and I started laughing. Well, it was the perfect time for a joke.
"Yeah, you got me this time," he said. His face was still red. He got utterly terrified.
We both moved inside the room. The window was open, so there were leaves and Dust all over the floor. But why would the owner leave the window open? Maybe he was sick.
Those leaves gave us creepy sound effects as we walked through them, and that was scary. There was another door. But locked, I tried to open it, but I couldn't.
Perhaps it was a wardrobe.
That's it—nothing else in the room. We moved out.
I looked out of the window. The crows were still there,
How long were they going to sit there? I thought they were waiting for someone. There girlfriend perhaps.
"It's a big house," Peter said. "We have to roam separately to explore it completely."
I nodded.
"So, I'm going upstairs, and you stay here and cover this ground floor," I said.
He agreed.
I started on the stairs. They were old, so I was a bit hesitant if in case they broke.
I slowly stepped up. Steps were making squawking sounds.
I stepped slowly and slowly.
I looked behind, and Peter was opening a door. So, I turned forward and started moving up.
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