She knew something was wrong. From the moment she approached, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was just not right.
Perhaps it was the feeling of the air. The way her breathing had changed. Or the fact that her heart seemed to race a bit faster.
They used to call her a psychic, for she was very often right in the things she sensed.
Maybe she had a very strong intuition, one that guided her blindly. She was used to following her instincts, allowing the voices inside of her to perform spontaneous actions without knowing why.
But this time there was something grave in what she felt.
Something was terribly different.
They found out how right she was the minute they opened the door.