Then a microsecond before she knocked on the heavy walnut front door it flew open, and a young couple came racing out, nearly bowling her over.
“Excuse me!” Cassandra exclaimed at being so rudely pushed aside.
“Run, lady! Run!” screamed the woman.
“This place is possessed!” yelled the man. Without an additional backward glance, the pair ran straight to their car, racing like bats from hell, and screeched away.
Cassandra called after them, “I know. That’s why I’m here.”