Gwynevere looked up at the dark and decrepit mansion in front of her. Her hands wrapped tightly around the leather bound book decorated and hand crafted with arcane symbols she made herself. Gwyn looked back at the small town of Caramel Cove she called home. She took a gulp and a deep breath before opening the door. The door creaked open loudly. The floorboards squeaked with every step she took. 

She never should have taken that stupid dare. But peer pressure this and stubbornness that lead to this moment in time. All she had to do was grab something from the bedroom and get out. Then that sweet crisp twenty dollar bill was hers. She carefully moved throughout the mansion, trying not to make too much sound so any disgusting vermin could not hear.