Frey is... well known, to say the least. Lots of your kind know of him, lots of your kind laugh at him. Though, you do have to admit he is very determined.

I creep into the old house, my flashlight on and bright as hell. Damn. I forgot how bright this thing was. I tiptoe, cringing with each creaky floorboard, peaking around corners. I get to this freaky hallway - awesome! - and it feels like the paintings are watching me - not awesome. As I take not even two steps into the hallway I freeze. I see you, standing at the end of the hallway, and I almost wheeze, all the air leaving my lungs in a combination of fear and shock. "oh my god-" I mutter weakly, my voice a squeak.