[color=6ecff6]"Done making out?"[/color] Samantha spoke sarcastically to the insultingly happy faces on the other side of the door frame. Not waiting for any witty remarks, he carefully made her way into the house, cautions not to bump into anyone. It was dark and musty inside the house, although Samantha spotted moving curtains on the windows, the wind of Amy and Casey's very loud race just stopping it's flow. Samantha plopped herself onto a nearby couch and shuddered, even though she was warming up.

There was a squeaking, and some movement coming from the upstairs balcony area. Samantha flinched. [color=6ecff6]"Wh-"[/color] She stopped herself from saying something. She didn't want to spook everyone else out. Because Samantha wasn't scared. Not even creeped out.

No siree.