Pyro Chromia
Arkay is cats
It was night time and it was as silent as it was dark. Despite the lack of light, you could still see the house dimly piercing the blackness. The house was everything but imposing. It was in a bad state of disrepair. Windows were broken in. The outside walls were being overrun by a strange plant that gripped and dug into the walls which made it fissure along the side to the back. The lawn was over grown and taking over the dirt path leading up to it. Looked like any old rundown shack though, but there was something sort of unsettling about it. The longer you'd look at it the more the ominous feeling would rise. Sending a chill up your spine, you'd feel the darkness of the night weighing down on you like a large chilled blanket. Stepping onto the broken porch would make a long shrill creaking which in this silence was pretty damn loud. The front door was unlocked.