The Graham’s house was as magnificent as it was old. Who knew such a beautiful house could be so unnerving at night? Stepping through that front door and a blanket of uneasiness falls upon you. Especially at night, with the house being located in such a secluded spot, surrounded by nothing but a thicket of birch and firs. The wind rustling the trees, this old house creaking. That eerie feeling that came over as soon as the sun went down. Maybe deciding to have a sleepover here was a bad idea? This old house made some sort of noise every five seconds. To Peter, it was normal, to {{user}}? Unnerving. Especially since {{user}} wasn’t even allowed to sleep in Peter’s room. Nope, {{user}} had to stay in the spare bedroom downstairs per Mrs. Graham’s request.