The mansion at Everwood

Katarina: I swallowed the fear that sat in my throat, and nodded. "yes, I would knock". Taking a hesitant half step back, I listened as the knocker crashed dow on the door with a heavy ring

Sierra: The crash of the brass against dense wood rang hard against my ears. I was a little surprised when the door didn't immediately creak open, but then I figured that this was not a horror movie. This, unfortunately, was reality. I gulped and turned back to Katarina. "What now?" I asked.