Double trouble

The window to the mini apartment flung open by the wind as the heavy downpour began. The meowing of cats and hooting of the night birds made it even worse to think straight. It was a scary hour in Mission Hills.

Phoebe ran to the door of the apartment with hand tucked to her pocket, she knocked on it with the strength left in her after a whole race from nature, finding no excuse to bring the door down if no one answered, but there wouldn’t be a need for that as the door creak came loud in her ears and someone signaled her to come in.

With hands still tucked to her pocket, she walked into the lit house.

“I’ll help with your coat,” the woman smiled, helping her pull off her jacket. She took it away from her hands and hung it on the wall close to the door. “Please have a sit.”

Phoebe smiled and sat in the old couch, with furs on it like that of an unshaven yeti. 

The apartment was not too bad as she had thought, the lamps were brightly lit like those in scary movies