Aaren stood by the door of the manor, poring over his collection of horror movies. He counted 21. Good. God help him if this place didn't have a TV. There would be hell to pay. He carefully placed them back in his bag and brushed some dirt off of his Grateful Dead T-shirt. He started muttering to himself. "Do I go in? Or should I stay out, and just wait for some nutjob to welcome me?" He looked around, hoping to find someone who could be of assistance. "Not even any help getting in?" He struggled to carry his bags, gingerly making sure that the bag with his console and DVD player in it wasn't going to fall. "Um, can anyone help me?"