The House on Haunted Hill. (+deandrowningdemons)
“Well this is awkward,” Alice said, still crouched down to pick the door to a supposedly empty hunted house only to have it open from the other side, an older guy looking down at her from the doorway.
The 16 year old quickly stood up an tried to hide her lock-picking tools quickly in her jacket. Mind racing to come up with a good excuse to why she was trying to beak in.
“I... Didn’t think anyone lived here.” She said a bit lamely.










