Sam was just about to step towards the wicker basket when we heard it. We both jumped staring around the room and hearing it again.
“You know what that sounds like?” Sam whispered.
“Yeah,” I replied nodding. “A child laughing,” Slowly we backed away from the room barely breathing.
We stopped frozen on the spot. “Oh my god!”
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.
“The front door,” I dashed down the dark dusty stairs and gasped seeing the front door closed. Sam came running after me and seeing that the door was indeed close tried to open it.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”