She pressed her hand against the room's wooden door. A biting chill seeped through the wood and into her palm.
'There's no mistaking it.'
Jane Sterling took a breath as the ancient wooden door groaned open.
Jane Sterling switched her flashlight to its highest setting, casting a much wider beam.
Suddenly, Jane Sterling gasped. She instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth, terrified she would make the slightest sound.
Luna Nash was confused. All she saw was a small, bare room with two washing machines.
"There's nothing here. What's wrong? What did you see?"
Jane Sterling switched off the flashlight, plunging everything back into darkness.
However, the moonlight filtering through a nearby window allowed them to still faintly see.
Before her, huddled next to a dilapidated washing machine, were four small children.
Three little boys and one little girl.
The little girl, huddled in the arms of the three boys, whimpered ceaselessly as she looked at Jane Sterling.
