Sophie sat up straight and paused for a moment. She observed the interested expressions on Rachel and Cleo's faces as they waited for the story to continue.
A small smile flashed across the hybrid girl's face as she leaned in closer to the fire. The dark shadowy atmosphere of the night was the perfect time to tell a ghost story.
"There was a small part of Martin that knew that something was wrong," Sophie whispered in a hushed tone.
"Why would he walk towards what clearly seemed to be an abandoned shop? And yet… his feet kept moving in the direction of the shack.
Martin's fingers trembled slightly as he grabbed the doorknob and twisted. The door to the shop swung open and a cloud of dust slammed into his body.
The poor man coughed violently as the dust stained his clothes and went down his throat.
Martin's vision was blurry, and his movements were unsteady since he had been drinking for several hours prior.
