Though the house on the other side of the street looked just like any other house, Rachel always felt that something was off. The windows were never opened. Neither were the doors.
It was like that since the tragic death of the previous owners when the house went in possession of one of their distant relative, who liked to keep his distance with the rest of the world.
Rachel was terrified when she accidently caught a glimpse of a withered figure from her porch when the doors were seen opened for the first time.
Something is really off, she thought!!
Written for Friday Fictioneers for the above photo prompt.