[恐怖小说]The Visitation(5)

Climbing up those squeaking stairs, knocking the oldest door at the end of the top floor's corridor, a faint voice came into our ears:
"Who's that?"
"It's me, Motson! We came to meet you!"
"Oh, spear my memories such dreadful! Come in, come in! The door is open."
Uncle Marvin's room was full of vintages and old books from God-know-where-they-come-from. The smell of chemist occupied every corner of his room. The floor, covered in thick dust, made my mother very uncomfortable, I could see in her face. Yet we still need to show my uncle our ardor as he was our kin after all.