You take my hand, I walk beside you with caution
I feel a certain fear, because I go to your parents' house
My hands are sweaty, my heart beats strong
When I reached the front of your house, a shiver ran through my body.
The darkness there was maximum, that place generated terror.
An older woman looked out the window, looking at me without expression.
I was afraid of her coldness, I didn't know if she was my mother-in-law or a dead woman watching
I'm afraid to enter that place so cold that you call home.
thanks for the description / poem @anasuleidy