Phillip nodded in agreement as he took ahold of their plates and put them in the sinks to be washed for later. Once that was done, he led Amy to the massive living room area only seen before through stolen glances. With the dark weather outside raging on, the two could finally look upon it in full glory. Much like the rest of the house, the place was magnificent and no doubt expensive to every penny. The carpets beneath ran a rich and deep crimson color, and several couches and chairs surrounded the center hearth of a mighty fireplace, blazing with power and warmth. 

Settling down on a random couch cushion, Philip sighed as the weather outside only began to worsen more and more. "Hmmm, maybe we could tell each other some ghost stories? If you're into that kind of thing I mean. In fact, I think the landlord of his house told me that it was build on sacred ground. Or wait, maybe it was a cemetery..." He shrugged indifferently, though it probably would have helped had he mentioned any notion of ghosts beforehand.

Before he could speak again though, a loud and violent knocking at the front door made him jolt upright in surprise. "Aw man, I didn't mean for ghosts to be real!"