"Are you sure you want to do this?" a voice warrants in your head. "Yes," you say without much confidence to yourself. You take a long look at the dark, mysterious house, and wonder why the hell you decided to do this. You have heard stories about the people who have entered the house before you: there was little innocent Stephanie, who, mistakenly took the Haunted House for her Grandmother's house.....she was found in 18 different pieces. Then there was Billy "the brickhouse" Barber, he wasn't afraid of anything, and after he went through the house he had to be commited to an insane asylum. So you find yourself asking yourself the same question, "What in the hell am I doing here?!"

You feel yourself compelled to go to the front door. So, with shaking knees and sweaty palms you slowly walk up the concrete steps with the chilling wind blowing about your body. You can hear voices off in the distance, but you are not really sure where in fact they are coming from....so you continue on.