Of course you agree. This would be the shortest game in history if you say no.

Angel grinned when you nodded your head. She seemed very interested in going. You're rather surprised. You've never considered yourself unattractive, but you have had trouble with girls in the past. This was the first time one has ever actively come on to you.

You shook it off as you unpacked in the guest room. You were probably just imagining things. As dark as she looked, going to a haunted house probably sounded like a great way to get to know someone. Perhaps she was just being friendly.

That night you are roused by a gentle knocking on your door. Opening it, you see Angel standing there, hand on her hip. "Well, at least your dressed," she whispered in slight annoyance. Perhaps she expected you to be downstairs waiting? Shaking it off, she motioned for you to follow.

As you made your way over to this house, you once again find yourself wondering if Angel was coming on to you. The way she walked in front of you, her ass swaying...well, it was probably just how her shoes made her walk. "So, John," she began, making small talk. "What's it like back home?"

You told her a bit about yourself and where you're from. She seemed to listen with half an ear. "Huh. Cool. You got a girlfriend, John?" she questioned. Incredible...could she REALLY be hitting on you? You told her you didn't. She stopped walking and raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Huh. Guess I had you figured wrong. You looked like a real ladies man. ...or are you just between girls at the moment?"

She chuckled softly and continued leading you. The house looked almost like something out of a horror movie. The only difference was that the trees and grass seemed to be in decent condition rather then brown and dying. "Here we are. And just in time. Let's get inside, quick. It's almost midnight." she urged, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the door. You're shocked when she pulls her foot back and kicks the door hard. It popped open and she pulled you in.

Noticing your look as she shut the door behind you, she smiled sheepishly. "Heh...the doorknob doesn't work from the outside. You have to break in. Don't worry, nobody heard and even if they did, nobody gives a shit."

You jumped as a clock began chiming. You expected Angel to laugh, but instead she seems equally shocked. "What the...?" Noticing your expression she scowled at you. "I told you, this house is abandoned! There shouldn't be working clocks in here! ...shit, maybe we should go."

She tried to open the door. Soon her attempts at turning the doorknob turned frantic. "Oh shit, oh shit..." she whispered. "It's stuck!" She looked back at you. "C'mon, Muscles, try to open it!" She seemed to be hiding her fear with anger. You attempted to open the door yourself, but found it impossible.

Sighing, Angel ran her hand through her hair. "Shit...guess we're stuck for a while." She chuckled nervously. "Sorry, John. No sudden urge to jump your bones." You snapped your fingers in disappointment, earning a giggle from her. She seemed to appreciate your lightening the mood. "Well, since we're here, we might as well explore."

Of course, this house was no longer just a house. What was it now? A portal to another world? A nest of shadows? Did each door lead to a different time period?