The Interrogation

 Trisha shifted behind Ryan as they stood at the steps of the house. Why was she not surprised that the creeps had a creepy house? It looked like it came straight out of a horror movie with how old it was.

The black wood creaked as they stood on the porch. "Do we have to do this?" she hissed.

Ryan gave her a reassuring smile and intertwined his fingers with hers. "Don't worry, Sweetie, you don't have to be scared. They'll get the door soon."

As if in answer to his words the old wooden door creaked open and Ryan led Trisha into the house. There was no one there to greet them, instead the three creepy people were already seated at a table.

Trisha shivered as she wondered about the door. Did she really want to know why it opened?

"Aunt, Uncles," Ryan greeted with a nod of his head to each. "As you can see we made it safe and sound. May we take a seat?"

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