"The old man was right," Pandora said as soon as she stepped out of the bus. The sense of looming evil and dread had been growing ever since they turned off the highway onto the desolate, winding road up towards this place, and now they were near its epicenter. The doors seemed to her almost like the maw of some terrible beast, and they were about to step into the belly.

	Despite that, the adrenaline pumping through her veins was more excitement than anxiety. She was with a group of capable and prepared people, people who believed her, and they were equipped with all the scientific and spiritual gear they could ever need. Clutching the crystal pendant around her neck, she took a calming breath and stepped forward, staring up at the darkened windows while the others started unloading. Lifting heavy stuff wasn't really her thing.

	"This is the place, guys. I can feel it. We're finally going to prove that all this stuff is real," the young woman continued, talking more to herself than anyone in particular. The fame and fortune that would come with the discovery didn't really excite her, nor was she afraid of having to go back to waitressing - but the idea that she could prove once and for all that she was sane and special, not just some paranoid lunatic, was intoxicating.