Ghost? I'm A Spirit!! 11

The gate creaked upon opening it. The smell of fresh mildew mixed with mold filled our senses the closer we stepped to the house. Paint peeled from the wall as water dripped between the crevices, forming intricate wet veins.

Vita gulped before reaching out his hands towards the door. With a sturdy knock, he banged on the door. "Hello?"

Silence. No one answered his calls except for the echoing of his knock.

Vita took a deep breath and once more knocked on the door. This time, he put a little more strength in his voice. "I heard from the river ghost about you! Can we come in?"

His eyes darted left and right as his ears perked up, ready to immediately reply to the first noise he heard. The less he heard, the more he became anxious. His hands started to fidget with themselves as he curled back away from the door.