I slowly make my day towards the door, the stairs creaking beneath my feet. A gust of cold air hits me, making me shiver.

I approach the door, bringing my hand up to the door handle before pulling the front door open.

Walking into the house, I glanced around. Most of the windows were broken, and glass was scattered across the floor. The walls were wooden, and there was a room to my right, which I assumed was the kitchen.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, and the door slammed shut.