A sound broke the silence—a heavy, dragging footstep from the attic above.
The rain over the Derbyshire moors had a way of making the ordinary feel ominous. It fell in steady, silver sheets, blurring the lone figure standing at the gate of “6 Alexandra View.” 6 alexandra view
Eliza pushed the creaking gate open. The key was still under the third frog statue, just as her mother had described. The lock turned with a reluctant clunk . A sound broke the silence—a heavy, dragging footstep