I had heard all sorts of rumors about the path of candles. Some said it would never run out of fire. Others muttered it would turn blue on new moons in order to show the way to another world, much more terrifying than ours. Was that what spirits did? Did they turn the lights blue when no one was looking?
Father gripped my arm a bit tighter as we approached the old and rusty cottage that gently leaned by the river, at the end of the tiny dots of wax and light. Another few steps through a seemingly abandoned vegetable garden and we were at the door. A full moon gleamed high in the sky, spreading a sickening tone on us, pushing back the shadows into the dark corners we wisely chose to ignore. Who knew, perhaps the dark void could swallow our souls if we dared to look into it?
A thick veil of fingers stretched to touch upon the wooden surface as it bent in order to knock, yet wasn't allowed to. The handle spun violently as the gate slammed open, wide open.
"I was expecting you."
I did not