Your car broke down on a sketchy dark road. You slam your car door in a small fit of rage. You hated the car because it would constantly break down, but it was all could afford. You look around before pulling your phone from your back pocket to call AA. Great! No service!

You groan forcing to leave your car to seek help. You had hoped someone lives round here but with how creepy it was. You highly doubt it. You walk along the road in the fog. The flash from your phone didn’t do much justice to how foggy it was. You came across a gate just off the road.

When walking towards it, the home behind the gate looked like it had been abandoned. When pushing the gate, it made a loud squeak echoing through the forest around the house making the crowd fly out the trees and away.

There was a fountain with weeds growing around it. The gravel scuffed under your feet when walking towards the door. You hug yourself from the cold breeze blowing against you. The stairs to the house creak under your feet. This house looks very gothic and Victorian. You didn’t expect anyone to live there.

You knock on the door. You stand there for a few minutes. You think no one will answer. You walk away a few steps before hearing the door creak open. When you look back you see a man with a pale complexion and red hair with black tips. He stood tall and proud in his suit. He tilts his head slightly and eyes narrow wondering why you were here.

Who are you? He asks