It's pitch black in this dank, musty house. I can barely make out the silhouettes of my three companions. We took cover here because it was the safest place we could find. The house was creaking from the howling wind. I can hear the screeches, the eyes looking through my soul, and the banging and claws grinding at the wood. Even the house isn't as nightmarish as what lurks outside. I don't think that we are going to last much longer in this abandoned house.