He stopped in front of the first step to the porch.
“What’s the matter?”, Carla said. “Chicken?”
“No,” Ryan said. “Thought I saw something in that window.”
“The one above the door. Two windows up.”
“Give me a break,” she smiled. “As dirty as those things are you couldn’t see anything even if those curtains weren’t behind them. Come on.”
The old board creaked as Carla stepped on it. Ryan stopped again. She turned and saw him looking up.
“What now?” she said as she glanced up where he was staring.
She shook her head.
“It’s a weathervane, not a real dragon, you idiot,” she said.
“I’m not looking at the weathervane,” Ryan said. “I’m looking at those carvings on the roof. I mean, angels and devils and trees and apples? Kind of strange isn’t it?”
“And elephants,” Carla said. “Yeah, I think strange might cover it. There’s no accounting for taste. Now come on and let’s see if we can get the door open.”
“From the cobwebs, I don’t think it’s been opened for a while,” he said. “Maybe we should just forget about it.”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” she said. “If we can’t get it open we’ll look around back for another way in. We’ve come all this way to do this, now come on and get up here.”
As she reached for the large wooden door Carla felt the boards give-way under her feet.