"The house on the left. Just park the car in front." Senior Merit instructed, pointing to the most attention-seeking house, not because of its beauty but because of it's very dull, eerie, quiet aura that pushed the people's eyes away from it voluntarily. "We're here."
Warren shut off the car, looking at the house on the side. It was a Mid-Century Modern Style, a beautiful one probably before, if not only lack of life now, if it did not turned into a haunted one probably because of not having been occupied, cleaned, and visited by anyone for so long. The greenery creepers growing continuously and not had been pulled out and garnished that it surrounded the house's wall. The metal gate also grew rusty.
They went out of the car, the sound of the closing door echoing because of the silent ne
