I was convinced to continue this story but I am also going to challenge myself to write it in a finite series of ten parts of one hundred words each. Teaching myself to be concise! Find part one here.
Adam stood in the open doorway listening, but the silence was as oppressive as a sodden woolen blanket. Moonlight shining through undraped windows illuminated dust motes that had remained undisturbed until the movement of the door stirred them from the thickly coated floor.
Could he be mistaken about the source of the singing? It didn’t seem possible. The attic was for storage and besides the large apartment on the first floor, his and the one on whose threshold he now stood were the only others. He took a few tentative steps inside, then froze as the door slammed behind him.