"Why won't it open?" Ahara hissed, hitting the basement door with her shoulder.
"Ugh!"
BAM!
She kicked it with her boots, but only bits of dust escaped through the door from the inside.
"Let me try," Damien offered, tapping Ahara's back and she moved away from the black door.
He placed down the box he was holding and walked towards the large black door. It had strange marks that looked like diamonds with wings, and when he brushed his fingers on them, he backed away.
They had aura in them.
"Are you sure it's not locked by some kind of spell?" The boy asked his sister, but she only shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe it's locked. But I don't see why Mom and Dad would lock the door. It's full of old stuff that they wanted to throw away but couldn't because they were attached."
Delighted that his sister had finally stopped calling their parents uncle and aunt, Damien slowly backed away from the door, gently pushing her aside.
