I gulp as I stand in front of the house, it was boarded up as long as I can remember, though I never dared explore it, it was three stories tall, a veritable mansion. The design was one you could see on those old movies on Victorian America, perhaps this was once a respectable estate of a good family, but on this year, those time were long past now…

I release my breath as I walked up the door, the wooden stair creaking as I climbed the porch. From the paint, I guess the house was painted lime once, now though only rotted wood remained, gnarled and darkened, like a carcass that was left out for many years.

I grabbed my crowbar, and slipped it inbetween the nails.

creak…

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crack!

I pulled one board out.

creak…

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crack!

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Another…

creak…

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crack!

I pulled all of them out, and placed my gloved hand on the rusty doorknob. I took a breath, and pulled.

crreakk…

I pulled again.

crreaak…!

Huh, hm. Maybe, I could…

crack, crack, CRACK!

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ding…!

The knob came off, and I pushed the door open with my crowbar…

creaakk…

Now comes the hard part.

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