Kevin squinted. Darkness engulfed him, encroaching his personal space. Gulping whiffs of wintery air, he peered within. Breathless, he expected something to stir — or for any indication of life beyond the damp and desolate doorframe.
“Hello?” he called out to no response.
Feeling a prickle of cold sweat run down his spine, Kevin realised his blunder. His arm hairs stood up in the breeze and he thought he should’ve stayed on the warm couch, instead. He’d gotten too involved, and it scared him. If she knew, his sister would forever tease him for wetting his pants reading a thriller novel.