Kyra grimaced, tightening her grip on Ray's arm as he moved forward. She almost pulled him back, but she forced herself to step behind him, quietly as though any loud noise would cause an explosion. Her eyes flicked around the property, trying to see a threat before it happened. She bit her lip as her foot lifted for the first step. She jumped at the creak that sounded, chuckling nervously at her own nerves. She cleared her throat and sent a glance over her shoulder. There were no children playing across the yard, or dogs barking. The neighborhood was quiet, too quiet. 
"I don't like this," Kyra whispered, shaking her head. She rubbed her free hand on her thigh, trying to erase the sweat that had accumulated in the past few minutes. What would they find in there? Ghosts? Demons? More Vampires? She shivered, but took a deep breath and looked over at Ray.
"You open it," She whispered, withering behind his shoulder. When did she become such a coward? Oh right, when she escaped a warehouse full of vampires who were trying to kill her.