The Littlest Star
Nervously, she opened the door to the abandoned house. The musty smell of nearly two decades worth of dust and decay immediately washed over her. Emily hasn't stepped foot in this house since her mom passed away. To the best of her knowledge, no one has. She honestly was surprised that it was still standing. If it wasn't for the fact that the nearest neighbor was over a mile away, the home would have been condemned a long time ago, but since Uncle James was still willing to pay any fees to the city, they were content to leave well enough alone, or at least Emily supposed. She stood in front of the entrance while she debated to herself if it was even safe to step in. The house was old, even when she was a little girl growing up in it. Now it was old and neglected. The house was built by her great something grandfather sometime before the Civil War. Was it 1825? Maybe 1835? She couldn't exactly remember, nor did she care. Right now all she was thinking about was if she took that first step in, would the floor fall out from under her.
