The four teenage friends gathered in front of the old abandoned house for their weekly ghost hunt. They had been best friends for quite a long time. They had all grown up in the same town, hung out on playgrounds as children and survived middle school together. They had grown close over the years and became inseparable. Every weekend, while the other kids went to the malls or parties, these four would gather at cemeteries, old buildings and other places that were said to be haunted.
This particular night would change everything they ever knew about the world of the dead. As they stood there gazing up at the creepy house, Michael said, “So, we're really gonna do this?” Stacey laughed as she replied, “You scared?” He just shook his head and tried to look as brave as he possibly could. He still couldn’t hide his fear. The house gave him an uneasy feeling as he looked up into the filthy windows that seemed to stare back at him.
Becky grabbed his arm and said, “Let’s go. We’re not going to find any ghosts if we stay out here.” She went walking up