“Why not?” her companion argued. “The sign says ‘Welcome.’ That must mean we’re to walk right in if no one answers.”
“I hate to, Vevi.”
“Well, I’m going to do it,” Vevi announced boldly.
Before Connie could stop her, she gave the door a little push with her foot. It swung back with a loud, screeching sound.
“Just like on a radio serial,” Vevi giggled. “Come on! Who’s afraid? Not I!”
Connie followed her friend into the little ship house. In the front hallway, they stood very still, listening.
Not a whisper of sound disturbed the quiet. Yet Connie had a dreadful feeling that they were not alone in the house.
“Is—is anyone here?” she called.
Her voice sounded so strange and weak that she scarcely recognized it as her own.
“No one is home,” Vevi declared, looking around. “I don’t think anyone has lived here for a long, long while. Everything’s so dusty.”