She had come out here on a whim. The idea of searching through this big ole' mansion for whatever the Basso family had left behind had been an appealing thought for Dovie. So much so that she had thrown a day's worth of food, a bottle of water and a flashlight into her backpack and made the trek out here.
The place was creepy in that way that horror movies were never quite able to capture. A place abandoned almost as if the owner may return at any moment.
She knew they wouldn't though.
Which was why she felt okay being here, riffling through possessions that weren't hers, stowing whatever struck her fancy and making a mental note to come back for things that just wouldn't fit.
This wasn't stealing, no. It was liberating these items from finding themselves rotting in a home that was no longer lived in.
Head snapping up from the crystal vase she had been examining, Dovie inched towards the door when a foreigner's voice drifted through the empty space inside the home.
"That depends," Dovie called back. "If you intend on doing me harm, then I'm a foe, one with a very big gun." The man didn't need to know that the biggest gun she had one her was a Colt .45. "So, do you intend to do horrible and unspeakable things to me?"