Each step that she had taken towards the half opened door, an uncomfortable feeling swept past her mind. Something was pulling her towards the door. She wanted to know the person inside. Excitement and fear were both engulfing her soul.
The lantern in her hand wasn't the brightest thing that she had. It barely showed her path and when her track stopped at the entrance, an old enthusiastic voice came out from the room,
" Uggh! Why can't I beat you!! Watch your queen!"
Curiousity sparked in her mind. As long as she knew that their grandpa lived alone in this mansion. Although his other family members had moved in different land for better living purpose, he stubbornly rooted in this old, broken mansion. Ayra was wondering about whom he was talking with. Hence, she decided to pause at the doorway. Her ears sharpened expecting to hear the voices but it was the old man's voice again who was squirming like a little child,
