Uncle

He was staring at his feet and thinking these were the wrong shoes for snow. He had only taken two steps from the car, and his feet were already wet and cold. The gate in front of them was covered in ice, and it looked more like an entrance to an icy cave than to the small garden of a one-story house. “What am I even doing here?” “C'mon, it is not that bad; we just need to check that the house is in solid condition. We haven't been here since your uncle passed away,” she said and gently put a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, while trying to remember when he agreed to all of this. “What is that noise?” She was afraid to say it out loud, but to both of them, it sounded like screams. “Where is it coming from?” Her eyes started darting until they settled on the house on the hill that loomed over his uncle's. “I don't remember it being that big.” He raised his head and looked at the house, and indeed, the structure looked bigger. It was as if someone had added extra floors in the middle,…