Go to the house.

Dago started walked toward the house, figuring it was a much better idea to get it fixed up so he could sleep in it tonight. Then he could go visit the cemetery the next evening. He got up to the door and found it ajar. He frowned, realizing there might be more of a mess than he realized and looted on top of it.

He carefully opened the door and listened for anyone in the house. He could hear breathing, something heavy and hitched, like they were either ‘occupied’ or they knew someone was trying to get it. He carefully crossed the threshold, which was good. The house apparently realized who the real owner of the house was.

Someone lunged at him with a gleaming knife, Dago quickly grabbed their knife hand and squeezed. A feminine cry of pain came from the dark figure and tried to pull away from Dago.

“Let me go you asshole!” the voice cried, still trying to fight with him.