The scary part

It's time for our annual family trip to les Ardennes. The whole family is here now, united for a week.
Sunday evening we arrived. It was already dark outside and it felt like I was entering a haunted castle and Dracula was waiting for us or something like that.
We entered through a barely visible gateway, followed a bumpy road over a little bridge to the house.
While parking the car, I watched aside and noticed an ancient looking doll, staring out of the window. Scary...
All quit impressive thus.
And I didn't even told you about the attic...

The other day when I was studying in the seat, I turned my head to the right without thinking. Suddenly I saw two eyes looking at me, right in the gap between the two closed curtains. You could say I moved quit fast to another room afterwards.

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