Do you have a mother?

Draven carried Rhea through the dimly lit hallway where he'd sensed the ghost was. The air was heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of their own hushed footsteps. Finally, he brought her to the door that held the ghost captive.

Rhea gently nudged his shoulders, "Put me down." She murmured.

Draven slowly bent down and put her down carefully, "Be careful, the ghost's presence smells really bad and evil." He warned.

Rhea nodded and her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to turn the doorknob. The door creaked open, revealing a sight that sent shivers down her spine.

A black bell, ominously hanging from a rusty hook, caught her attention. Its presence seemed out of place, as there was no wind to make it sway. Yet, against all logic, the bell began to move in a slow and haunting rhythm, as if it was being controlled by an unseen force.