For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of the ornate entrance to large, brick mansion at night. Image from the Tama66 at Pixabay.com.‘Are you sure this is the place?’
‘Yep, that’s what it says on the paperwork.’
‘But it looks deserted! Have you got the date right?’
‘Well I’m not going to knock on the door!’
Just as he got out of the car, a dark cloud passed across the moon and an owl hooted.
‘I don’t like it!’ she hissed from the safety of the passenger seat.
Craig pulled the door chain and heard a bell toll within.
He tried again two minutes later.
Confused, he returned to the car.
‘I don’t understand,’ he began.
‘Oh my god!’ Sheila screamed. ‘Look up at the window to the right above the door!’
Both saw the terrified face of a young woman, her hand frantically tapping on the glass.
‘Call the police.’ Craig stated starting the car, and tossed his mobile into Sheila’s lap.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.