The mansion wasn't what they hoped for, it may be large for its structure and all, but the inside reminded anyone of staying in the outskirts of living inside a graveyard home. Old, wooden floorboards that could be on the verge of breaking sooner or later, windows too dusty and scratched up to look through like someone had been murdered to death in this very house, every single door close to coming off its henges and many bones lying in many courners. Covered in dust and cobwebs over the white cloths over the tables, chairs and couchs, who knows how long these people would want to stay in a place like this?

Their constant chattering sounds piercing through non-sound proof walls as wooden floors creeking along each time their feet bothered to move around, under the boards lies a sleeping demon behind the closed dark wooden door deep within the confinement basement, stayed to be locked. Yet, the lock became rusty and begon to break away bit by bit. The mansion and its secret had some kind of link with the legend where many people went missing from traveling inside the forests and never to come around for months or years before their corpses would show up face first inside the mouth of the river, drained of what keeps them alive.

Years ago, male and female couple were the first people to wander off missing without no one else seeing them leave out of the forest from their morning stroll, the call for 911 sent the police to use search dogs to search along the area of the forests along with the help of normal citizens that didn't even know them, but decided to help aid the police onto the search. Yet, the search have not seen them just go up and disappeared from the forest, there was no other way out of here but the way people used to just get in and out near the open streets filled with people. No scent was found for the dogs to pick up besides the smell of fresh air.

Years and years of searching for a sign on their existance or telling they were at least still alive and breathing. Close with the search to be called off, someone had been able to pinpoint their location to a river not too far, only to find their corpses half-way into the water and shore, eyes rolled into the back of their heads, pale skin and small but noticable holes on their necks. Reports spawned through the media about the missing couple persumed dead from an unknown cause that many forensics could not solve. What it suicide? Or murder? Soon later, more and more missing person's list grew and grew and so did the number of murders, many feared for their lives.

Well, it seemed like more of a curse than a legend. Ever since the few people that happened to be missed after exploring through the forest for the fun of it, many scientists believed it to be some sort of rare wolf that is never seen before living in climates like this, but the problem with their little theory: if there was a wolf somewhere like they said it could be one, wolves only eat flesh. In other words, they're not sure what's inside the forest eating away at blood and leaving human corpes in the water without eating the flesh? Its said that a curse's spreading around like wildfire, only to be affecting the forest and any human to walk around. The Devil's Curse lives on.

Through the small opening of the wooden bed, a hand appear from the darkness of the casket, pushing away to make an opening in order to investigate the noises. Short, black, wild-looking hair, dark brown eyes and the features of an actual human being despite the black tattoo near his right eye, even though he wasn't too much of a human. Only looked like one. "I wonder who's lingering around my home this time?" He muttered quietly, moving away from the casket near the concrete stairs to either torture or kill them off for his hunger from sleeping inside the bed for some time. Who knew anyone would live in a place like this? Besides this person.

(ooc: Its ok. You're good XP)

Her fingers were swift as she punched the keys. Molly Harper was amazing with her phone, text messages her speciality. She was busy texting her best friend, Hannah, about the little get together later that night.

'Molly: Hey Hannah! Well the guys said they found an old creepy house seventeen miles out of town! You know what that means~~~! P A R T Y! Woo!'

A few seconds later, Molly's phone buzzed. Hannah's reply. She flicked the small black phone open and read with haste.

'Hannah: What? Why? We just had a party two nights ago! Is it Ken's birthday...again?!'

Molly giggled and texted back; 'No. It's a farewell party! Remember? We all leave for college in a week!! I'll be busy packing for the rest of the week so let's just do it tonight!' And with that the party was all set. Ken would pick Molly up, swing by Hannah's and then meet the rest of the gang out at Morrow Drive. That was the road this old forgotten house was at.

The rest of the night Molly spent preparing for the party. Her brown hair was pulled into a ponty tail, incase they had to hike to get into the house, and her body was fashioned in torn, baggy jeans; a white long sleeve with a ruby red vest on and her normal sneakers. After spending an hour in the bathroom, on which her mother complained about long after, she hurried around the house in order to pack for the night.

"Sleeping bag; check. Extra blankets; check. Cell phone charger; check." She muttered to herself. It wasn't long before Kennith pulled up in his new pearly mustang. He had been saving up for years just to get one. Molly hopped in with a giggle. In a flash they were on their way to Hannahs.

Hannah wasn't too eager, but that was how she always was. She wore her long, needle straight strawberry blonde hair down with a turtle neck sweater and jeans identical to Molly's. "Hey guys." She said with a smile, climbing into the backseat of the mustang.

The entire drive down was a crazy one. Molly and Hannah were busy talking girl talk while Ken was giving advice and adding background music with the radio roaring. It wouldn't be hard to hear the trio coming down the road with all the commotion they made.

Once they arrived, Ken started to wonder just what they were going to do here. Ken shook his head and sighed. Oh well. The only thing they could do now was GET WASTED. Ken was a smaller boy, not beefy like most boys. About the same size as Molly and Hannah actually. His black hair and lip ring meant he was always picked on.

They walked to the entrance of the house with bookbags slung over their shoulder. Ken stopped at the double-doors and grinned. A flashlight in his hand, he flicked it on, and turned to the girls. "Alright. Ten bucks says the others haven't arrived yet. We should stake out the foyer and hide. Scare the hell out of them!"

((ooc: It sucks I know but hey I really don't care. =D))