After being dared by your friends to spend a night in an old, damaged house in the wood, you found yourself carefully stepping over the floorboards, each of them creaking at your movements. Your flashlight was clasped in your sweaty palms, the light creating shadows behind various objects around the room.

You looked back to your friends, who were awaiting outside the house, before closing the door, the dust particles appearing in the light of the torch. After one deep breath, followed by a sigh, you stepped deeper into the room. Amidst the darkest in shadows of night, you were plagued by visions. The darkness hid not only your fears, but its own. In the corner of the disastrous room, cobwebs of regret trapped the echoes of the walls’ past.

A creak came from near you. It didn’t follow your stepping pattern, and therefore caused you to wildly turn, your flashlight following your gaze. Fear sunk in when you saw nothing but the cockroaches, spiders and other sorts of parasites on the walls.

“You’re looking in the wrong direction, sweetheart.” A voice came from the shadows around you. You instinctively turn your head, coming nearly toe to toe with a handsome man, staring down at you.

Before you had even a chance to scream, a pair of separate hands covered your mouth, followed by a voice, a breath in your ear.

“Looks like we’ve got a visitor~”