In a small town there was a house. It was a house that nobody went near, for the house was a wreck. Windows were broken, gardens were overgrown and a white mist hung around the top of it. It was the middle of the night. A girl in a dark crimson dress slowly walked down the street, as if she was compelled to go somewhere. She wore a grave expression on her face. As she walked quickly through the misty night voices shouted at her frantically to stop. But she couldn’t. She kept walking, straight into the danger…