Forsaken.

Not daring to be the one who chickens out first, we walk warily up the path to the abandoned mansion. Staying close together, flinching and cursing beneath our breath as the lifeless trees lean in the wind. Not one of us says a thing, but we all wonder who's great idea it was to spend the night in this place so void of human existence. We make our way to the bottom of the porch steps just as a black cat crosses our path. Brushing it off as coincidence we continue forward, no need to open the door as it does so itself. The house seems to have been abandoned while under construction, the floor creaks causing me to lurch forward right under a ladder. Terrified and certain that I am now cursed I turn to my friend, shes no white as a ghost and shaking in her boots. With my tail between my legs I sprint from this damned old house knocking things over like a bull in a china shop. With no sign of my friends following I figure them left for dead.