As a storm was developing, on this dreary Halloween night, you found yourself lost, on this old gravel road, miles away from any sort of safe haven. The wind was howling, the thunder was crackling, and the lightening was flashing to show the "death" atmosphere that surrounded you. "Please, just let me make it out of here," you prayed loudly, knowing that you were already out of fuel as it was.

As if on key, your car died, during the loudest crack of thunder yet. "I can't BELIEVE this," you yelled in frustration as you hit the steering wheel. "Now, what am I going to do?"

As you climbed out of the car, the rain began to pour, and the wind began to pick up. "I've got to take shelter, and try to find help somewhere." You grabbed a flashlight out of your car, and shined it up a long, dark driveway leading up to an old, what appeared to be, abandonded house. "This is better than nothing," you said to yourself. "Hopefully there is someone there." Little did you realize, how you would eventually hate those very words you just uttered.

Upon making your way up the long driveway, you knocked anxiously on the door, praying someone would let you in. On the last knock, the door opened, just a little, but no one was there. "This is creepy," you said. "But I have to get inside and out of this storm."

I'm going in the house, right now!