You are all trapped in a mansion.

Well now you've done it! YOU, yes that's right, you and your friends for halloween have decided to go to the old mansion hanging over your town. Why you ask, well you wanted to have a good scare thats all! so you live in the most dreary town in the world, what country? well, it's foggy and rains alot, so your guess. And before you ask, yes it's a mansion, not a big house, not a manor, it's a mansion. So....

Shall we begin?

Sure. I try to leap through a window.

Well, this seemed like a good idea to start, but it doesn't seem so good now. Everything's creaky, like a nail some jackleg skimped on just to get thirty bucks could spring out and the house will fall, starting from a single board all the way to the house imploding in a magnificent display and myself being swallowed up in the wooden maw. The walls have holes where potentially diseased or venomous animals could hide and pop out to kill me with their germs and their chemicals and whatnot. The place reeked with a thick, oaky musk, strong enough to keep away any detractors; I must say, in this situation I am very thankful for my very diluted sense of smell. The roof was rotting away, and of course it was freaking raining, so having to find a dry place was pretty difficult as even if you were sure the spot you found was dry, the roof would be punctured by the smallest drop of water and ruin your sleep. Also, there's no cookies.

I really should have brought cookies...

Anyway, the reason I'm here might seem a little strange. I'm not really here for any bets, no money or anything, not am I here to boast about my exploits. Like most anything in my life, I'm here because I'm curious.

I don't think I've ever been truly camping, so I though this would by a nice experience. I only packed the essentials; phone (fully charged), pillow and sleeping bag, umbrella, two lunch boxes for dinner and breakfast, toiletries, and a stuffed Pikachu. My dad wanted me to bring a knife, but I didn't want to. I mean, this house is huge; abandoned but huge, and definitely not haunted. I doubt there would really be anything in here that would require self-defense with a knife.

Well, it's been about two hours since I got here, and I had finally found a safe spot under all this rain. I laid out my belongings and took my dinner to the kitchen. It wasn't much: just a delicious roast beef sandwich topped with melted cheese, lettuce, and homemade honey mustard...and a leftover Hot Pocket. Neither of them were warm. The bastards...

After a scrumptiously not-warm meal, I tidied up, didn't wash my hands, and made my way back to my stuff. Now normally, after a meal, one would think to wash their hands and even help clean a few of the preparatory dishes or at the very least put it into the nearest dish-washing receptacle. However, since this house has not been in use for so long, the plumbing, as a result, is less than satisfactory and merely incapable of holding the proper amount of water needed to rid the human hands of any dirt or pathogens. I, of course, found this out the hard way. Don't you just hate it when your new old mansion is like this? I mean, for God's sake, what the heck happened to home standards?

Oh, yea! My stuff... Hey, where the heck is Pikachu?