The next few moments were a blur. Flashes. He could see Ava's shaking hand about to grasp the doorknob, but the rest just went fuzzy. Rook finally was able to focus in on the form standing in the door. Out of all things that would show up, of course it would be a butler. Isn't that the thing? Every haunted house has to have a butler. It's practically religion. The man's attire looked as if the iron was still on it, perfectly creased and set. Rook's eyebrows furrowed. What the hell is this place, he thought; as if the situation wasn't bad enough.
Of course, nothing could have prepared him for the girl hanging from the doorframe. He wouldn't deny that the whole thing scared the shit out of him, just enough to make him jump back a few steps. From the looks of it the butler was in on it, too. This chick was obviously crazy. "Yeah, joke's on us." Rook muttered as he stared at the new figure. Couldn't a group of teens have a peaceful trip to an abandoned house? The answer was clearly a "No."
Of course, nothing could have prepared him for the girl hanging from the doorframe. He wouldn't deny that the whole thing scared the shit out of him, just enough to make him jump back a few steps. From the looks of it the butler was in on it, too. This chick was obviously crazy. "Yeah, joke's on us." Rook muttered as he stared at the new figure. Couldn't a group of teens have a peaceful trip to an abandoned house? The answer was clearly a "No."