You faintly heard the encouraging laughs and shouts of your friends behind you as you entered the derelict, old convenience store. You could the feel the oppressive weight of history on the strange, ancient place. You could feel countless eyes watching you, yet could see nobody around. Something was... wrong, with this place. You thought to yourself.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" A female voice drawled out behind you. You spun around. "Now, let's not get hasty here, doll." This time, a male voice, chastising the female one. Your eyes locked on two roughly visible figures. A man and a woman, seeming to melt into the air while still holding a somewhat solid form. They were... ghosts. Ghosts adorned in shabby, bullet-shot clothes that were reminiscent of those of bandits from an Indiana Jones movie.