Piper had been hiking for hours and was loving it. The serenity of the woodlands was a bit quieter than she would have liked, but anything to get her heart pumping was worth it in her books. She looked over to the old house that Christa was pointing to. It looked like the kind of place where a creepy old man in the woods once lived. The kind of house that kids tell ghost stories about. [i]Wicked.[/i] She thought to herself, hoping the place had a working fireplace. She was looking forward to cooking up some herbal s'mores later.
"Damn." She muttered. "That's exactly the kind of creepy murder house I was hoping we would find."