Haunted Coast #56

Wait! He’d reached the top of the stairs.

What, don’t want me finding out who else is in on this stupid prank?

I seized the door handle. It was icy. He hurried forward.

Do I look like I’m pranking?

The crying persisted. His face the colour of chalk. Unmoved, I turned the handle.

(275 characters)

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