The key turned with a dry metallic click. For a second, nothing happened. The door didn’t swing open dramatically. It just sat there, like it, too, had forgotten how to move. Then she pushed. The door creaked open to a breath of musty, stale air.
Michael reached for the light switch inside, but it didn’t work. “Figures.” He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. Elise followed close behind, her hand grazing the doorframe as she stepped into the attic for the first time in her life.