The air grows heavy as you approach the old rotting house. It’s shadow looms over you as you gaze upon it, and wonder what secrets it’s doors hold. A light mist coats the ground, and the sky seems blacker than ever, with only a few small pinpricks of light shining through the clouds. In a way, you feel like one of those pinpricks, lost in the vast emptiness around you, not a single glowing bulb for miles around. You look back at the house once more, it seems to gleam in the moonlight. You enter.