The wind howled past Jonathan, sending shivers down his spine, warning him to turn back. But he refused despite the constant howl of a wolf far in the distance and the rain falling.
The house he came face to face with, stood proud above him. Almost sadistically laughing at his idiotic choices, but still, the doors creaked open, welcoming him.
The floorboards let out ear-splitting shrieks with each slow step. Once in the bed, he set his head down on the pillow. But the restlessness of the night and the cry of the rain would not allow him to sleep.
He could not longer rest and decided to venture further into the everlasting darkness. A sudden cry for help cascaded up the stairs and Jonathan carried himself downstairs. Opening the door and stopping, he heard footsteps behind him. Time froze and he entered the room slamming the door behind him.
The fire flickered infront of him. The door creaked open and a ghastly breeze flew past him. The fire went out. The footsteps returned.
The sound of a knife being pulled emerged out of the darkness. The wind howled one last time.