Haunted House (Acciona)

She had half expected something more to happen when she entered, but her short trip up the front steps and into the building was, blessedly, uneventful. Still, as she entered and looked around, she felt uneasy. Not enough to abandon her little adventure so soon, why would she, when things seemed to be going well enough so far? As she moved deeper into the belly of the metaphorical beast, she was more assured that the outcome she most feared was an unlikely one. No living thing could be in here aside from herself. She doubted her own demons would have done anything more than give this place a passing glance, so she felt at least a tiny bit more confident as she moved down the hallway. The sound coming from behind one of the doors was unexpected, and enough to rattle her fragile confidence, but not enough to scare her off yet. She approached, holding her breath. Maybe a bird had flown in and made a nest in there? That was a much easier thought to accept than the more ominous suggestions looming in the back of her mind.