The Way Through the Wood--Ch 2
The house was a hovel not a home: standing dark and deserted, its decrepit tiled roof and wooden porch nearly swallowed up by the surrounding trees and bushes. The walkway leading up to it was heavily overgrown with weeds and tangled tree roots and bushes.
Olivia studied the dilapidated structure in front of her. Her small hands tightly clenched at her side as she resisted the urge to suck her thumb. Nervously, she looked the way she came. And then turning back, she swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly climbed the creaky, lichen-infested porch. When she yanked at the front door, she found it was locked.
Olivia began to frown. Then she peered through the large window beside it. Through the grime and patches of mildew, she saw that the inside was even worse