You look at the dead flowers planted alongside the worn walkway. When you finally reach the front door you stop hesitantly... you can feel your heart pounding in your chest...
A shredded curtain drapes over an elegant candelabra. The candles have long been burn out... but it's as if a glow still eminates from the eyes of the stained skull. Clenching your fist, you reach to knock on the door. You rap loudly on it... once... twice.... and a third time. You can hear the tapping of something inside of the house coming closer towards the door. A deep, evil laughter follows these strange sounds. The door is then unlatched from the inside and creaks partially open.... a cold mist spills from the opened door...
