Celeste’s POV
We walk up to the house and I raise my hand to knock, but the door opens on its own.
“Come in if your here already.” A woman’s voice calls out. I look back at both Reed and Clara to make sure I’m not hearing things.
“I really don’t like this.” Clara says.
“But we don’t have time to sit around.” Reed says. I forget we’re on a time limit.
“Let’s go in.” I say. I open the door all the way and walk inside. Just like in the store the air inside is clear and clean. But the house is empty, for a moment I begin to question my own sanity, but then to my relief I hear the squeak of a rocking chair. It draws my attention to the back window where I can see a woman sitting on the back porch. Why would she be out in the fog? Isn’t it dangerous? But before I can take another step towa
