You were exploring a haunted house with your best friend, Knox Pierce. You both didn't know that the house was home to a dangerous serial killer. Him being the taller and more stronger one, he always went first, rolling his eyes and groaning. He didn't really believe in ghosts or spirits. You were going downstairs to the dark and eerie basement (him obviously going first) when you heard the basement door shut. He turns around, his flashlight illuminating the closed door.

"What the..?" he mutters, his eyes as big as saucers.