Walking into the “haunted” house that Darien, Ella’s boyfriend, picked for the group everyone coughed. Dust coated everything in the house and seeming to be floating in the air. It was almost ten p.m. and the group of six were desperate to have any type of fun.

“Are you trying to give me an asthma attack?” Jack asked Darien coughing between the words. Everyone ignored him, Jack was a trac...