Mikey and you huddled close together as you looked at the old victorian house down in Skeleton Creek where you were staying the next two weeks..

Gerard glanced at you two "Come on, guys, it's just a house," Gerard scoffed, leaning against the wrought iron fence. Frank nodded, his grin mischievous in the dim light. "Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?"

Mikey glanced nervously at the creaking porch swing. "I don't know, it feels... weird here," He muttered softly.