The proxys eyes quickly scanned the room one last time, before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. Ever since his sudden departure from the rest of the group, he had been in one of the many bed rooms of this ancient estate. He was meet with nothing other than decades old dust.

        Slowly, careful not step on a rotten step and fall though the hole, he made his way back downstairs where he last saw every one else.

               Aspen shifts slightly, looking around the                mansion before her attention fell to the                ground at their feet. They’d ascended                the stairs as they been told, and now                she was just left to... Stand. She was                afraid... But not because of the Estate.                The threat of spirits and ghosts were                nothing compared to the threat of                 Devin hating her.

              She couldn’t tell if he was upset-- he was               probably hurt. He probably hated her. He               spoke to her once, but that was probably               because she was the closest. He didn’t               want to talk to her, did he? She wouldn’t               be surprised.