Ava
The knock on the door made us all jump, our hands breaking apart as we scrambled to our feet. Betty let out a terrified squeak, clinging to Fabian’s arm like a lifeline.
“I-It’s them,” she whispered, her eyes wide with fear and her finger shaking as she pointed at the door. “The demons are here! They heard us!”
I looked at Chris, who seemed torn somewhere between curiosity and caution. Fabian was frozen in place, his arm protectively around Betty and his brow furrowed.
“Demons…? I don’t know,” I muttered, scratching my head.
Suddenly, the knocking came again, more insistent this time as it echoed through the silent house. It was too solid to be a spirit, I told myself; and besides, all of this was nonsense.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and
