As the group went into the house, the girls looked around quietly. The floor creaked with every step that they took. Jayden showed no fear toward the wallpaper peeling off of the walls and all of the paintings of the deceased. Theresa showed little care for the broken parts of the wooden walls and the broken windows. "This place could really use some improvements," Jayden said and looked over at his wife. Theresa looked at her husband and agreed, "It does, but first, let's allow our kids to choose which rooms they want and go from there." The youngest of the two children began to cry and shake. "Daddy, I don't like the feeling that this place gives off!" "Don't worry, dear. It's just your wild imagination," Jayden said, squatting down and putting a finger on his daughter's forehead. She was short like her mother, so she stood about 4'9". Jamie took Danni into a master bedroom and opened the window with a creak. She gave a small cough from the dust. "At least dad came by there beforehand and fixed up the beds," Jami said, looking back at her younger sister. Danni gave her a scared look. "Look," said Jamie, "If it'll help, we can take turns sleeping tonight. I'll keep you safe." Danni gave Jamie a smile and hugged her. They couldn't help but feel something in the house that made them shiver again. It felt almost demonic. As if it hated everything and everyone. They were unsure how they were the only ones who could feel such a thing, but it made them unsafe.
