She finally made it infront of the face of the door, her hand shaking as she reached for the knob. It was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of her palm. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation she'd been dreading for so long. With a twist and a gentle pull, the door swung open, the hinges protesting with a squeak that seemed to echo through the silent house. The darkness inside was so complete it was almost tangible, a velvet curtain drawn over the secrets that lay within. But to her surprise, nothing was there.