It was the night of halloween when you and your friends are having a party when they dared you to sleep over in the “haunted” manner on the top of the hill. That’s how you ended up here, in the lounge of the dark manner with a pillow and and blanket laying down on the floor of the manner. You were hearing things that weren’t there, until a voice sounded too real.

“What are you doing here sweetheart? What’s your name sweetheart?” A tall pale man stood over you with dead eyes.