The Storm

Chapter Seventeen

A Closer Look

T he walkway began to rise out of the water as it angled up to the second story balcony. I was relieved to be out of the water. I could see Henry sitting in the boat now, with the shotgun across his lap. His head was turning as he was looking every which way for unwelcome guests, be it creatures or men, or a little mix of both. I pulled myself up the walkway, which was tied to two balcony posts. Then I stepped onto the solid porch landing by the front door. I shot a few frames of film and a panoramic shot of the area. I now walked around the perimeter of the porch, which had no other entrance to the house. And now, out of sight of Henry, I took a few shots north of the building and s ome of it’s back exterior wall. "Nothing unusual here," I thought and headed back around. As I made the corner and headed toward the entrance again, I noticed that Henry was now standing in the boat, and with a hand gesture waved me to come on and leave this place. Two more shots, I thought, and I’m good. Henry was giving me more of a chance than I felt I deserved. Now standing in front of the entrance, I pivoted around to face the door. I reached out and turned the doorknob. The door squeaked open. Now what? I’ll just step in, take a few quick shots with the flash and boogie out. I didn’t want to try Henry’s patience any longer, as he had been a great help, and I felt bad about holding him up.

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