Flipping the photo to the second one, the same group of people were there, but their expressions were grim. Their eyes seemed scary almost as if they were trying to pierce through her soul—a stark contrast from the first picture. Turning it back, she noticed a number at the bottom that read 2007. "How is this even possible? Did they make a mistake?"
Thud. Thud. Thud. Three consecutive knocks echoed on the door. Lucia's hands shook, and she could hear her breathing quicken, her heart pounding in her chest.
Lucia slowly moved her gaze towards it, carefully putting away the pictures in her pocket. She waited for a minute before making her way to the door. Slowly twisting the knob, she opened the door and looked around, but she didn't see anyone.
Lucia furrowed her brows in confusion. Stepping out, Lucia scanned the empty hallway, "Who was it?"
A faint sound of laughter reached her ears from the living room - the TV was still playing Ester's show.