My entry for this week:

The dimly flickering light didn't help make the dark room any brighter. The roof was pretty much falling apart and the cobwebs from the corner had now spread everywhere on the walls. Emilie continued to explore the room with her flashlight while looking for signs of anything valuable. What caught our attention was not the dusty floor or the crawling insects, for these were but normal for an abandoned villa, but an unusual framed portrait on the mantlepiece - a picture of a beautiful lady strolling along the beach and lovingly staring at the man inside the car. The strange thing about the picture frame was not in its content, but how clean it was and how out of place it felt inside this rundown room. Not even a spec of dust was visible on its corners. Emilie gasped at the thought, since we both remember clearly that the villa was supposed to be abandoned for more than a hundred years and even the strongest of men didn't dared to step inside it. Hadn't it been for the rumoured treasure, the two of us would have never planned to approach it either. Suddenly, a rattling sound from inside my bag took us by surprise - the compass had started to spin around aggressively. We both had since long realised something unusual was happening. Emilie inched closer and grasped my hand. An approaching whistle had startled us both.

Original post: https://steemit.com/foxtales/@ryunamist/contest-entry-foxtales-week-18-entry-1-the-villa