[ Her hand was inches from the door when Ambrose appeared, her fingers itching to touch the peeling paint and tarnished handle. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see movement inside, a shadow shifting in the already darkened house, but still she turned her attention to her cousin. ]
It's calling to me, Ambrose. It wants me here.
[ Logically, she knew that was exactly why she should turn around and leave right that second. But if it was pulling her in, what was there to say it wouldn't do the same to a human who happened by? The house was at the edge of city limits but there were plenty of people who hiked through the woods and might stumble upon it. If the house had such a pull on a witch, there would be no hope for a mortal.
Frowning with resolute acceptance, she added another detail he probably wouldn't like. ]
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It's calling to me, Ambrose. It wants me here.
[ Logically, she knew that was exactly why she should turn around and leave right that second. But if it was pulling her in, what was there to say it wouldn't do the same to a human who happened by? The house was at the edge of city limits but there were plenty of people who hiked through the woods and might stumble upon it. If the house had such a pull on a witch, there would be no hope for a mortal.
Frowning with resolute acceptance, she added another detail he probably wouldn't like. ]
Besides, I don't think it will let me leave.