"This house looks like a reject from an old horror movie," Howie whispered.
Eddie nodded. "It's definitely ready for a wrecking ball." Dark windows stared down at them as they walked up the crumbled steps to the door. Howie crunched nervously on his potato chips. "Let's hurry up, this place is creepy!"
It started out to be a simple visit to a sick old aunt, but strange things were happening at the rundown house. Could it be haunted?