Charlie 100Wc T4W2

The House...

I cautiously crept down the stairs.

As the old wood took my weight I cringed, begging the sound not to give me away. I stopped before the corner. Standing perfectly still, I held my breath, listening for the silence. The coast was clear. I  finished making my way to the door, my fingers crossed. There it was gleaming silver, in its lock, the key. The door swings open with ease, although its hinges whined. I stepped outside, the cold air surrounded me like a cloak…. as the door slammed, I knew, I was out and I was never going back.