Wood crooked under your feet, this old house wasn’t as warm and welcoming as it used to be. “We shouldn’t be here.” You managed to mutter.

A groan escaped Arthur’s lips. “Scaredy cat.” He responded. “We’ll be out here soon, now calm down.” — His eyes traveled through the old living room, he bends down to a small chest.

“We just have to find the money. It’s not that big of a de-'' his voice got cut off by the lights flickering, the wind blowing around the house. You could hear him swallow.