(Missed last night’s post, so here’s a double! Read the story so far here!)
Lydia shrank further back into the pantry and bumped into something that rattled. She froze and held her breath hoping Gretta hadn’t heard.
Gretta stopped and gave the air a long sniff.
She walked back towards the kitchen door and Lydia allowed herself a few shallow breaths. She turned to see what had rattled, but it was too dark. She opened the pantry door a crack to let more light in and turned back to find herself face to face with a skull resting on top a pile of bones in a jar.