Hey, what's Zack been up to?

Zack looked at his watch. Sam had gone looking for a bathroom nearly half an hour ago, and there was still no sign of him or Alex. He told himself to relax. His friends probably just fell to sleep.

It wasn't hard to imagine strange things happening in this house. Sheets dangled over old furniture in every room, leaving angular and unnatural shadows across the floor in the moonlight. He heard strange noises in the house, and couldn't be sure it was his imagination.

He paced the dining room, his damp clothes still clinging to his body uncomfortably. He couldn't just wait around for Sam and Alex to get back.

Zack went into the next room through a swinging door and found the light switch. It was a large kitchen, almost restaurant sized, and looked like it had been used more recently than the rest of the house. The refrigerator had a few groceries in it, like gallon of milk and a carton of eggs. Apparently somebody had been staying the night here recently.

Thump.

Zack nearly jumped out of his skin. he was sure he heard something that time. It came from upstairs.

"Sam? Was that you?"

No answer.

It almost sounded like muffled scream, like a girl in trouble.

"Sam! Seriously, no games," he yelled.

This time he heard a moan that he was sure was Sam. It sounded less like a ghost and more like he was getting off. Zack shook his head and laughed.

"What is that supposed to be, a porno ghost?" Zack asked the ceiling. He got no response other than more cheesy moaning.

"I guess at least one of us is enjoying himself."