#WritcoStoryPrompt34
The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation...She knew already what they would find inside, The rush of cold chills spread across her skin.
“Detective, After you” It was Frank, The boy whose father was missing. The boy who came to her specifically for help. She wanted to run away but she didn't, her legs pulled her forward and she stepped into the mansion. The smell of dust filled the air and he let out a small cough, She turned on the flashlight and reached for the switch as the lights flickered. The entire mansion came to life, exposing the chandeliers and the emptiness of it. He walked towards the dining table picking up a pair of glasses.
“He was here detective, My father was here” His eyes shone with hope and she wished she could pluck out that hope to squash it underneath her feet.
“Really? Are you sure those are his? so many people wear glasses Frank” She tried to convince him to leave with her, in some way she wanted him to not be here.
“no these are his, see these...