<a class="link link--external" href="https://imgur.com/tXMaXBE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Baxter Newkirk</a><br/><br/>Baxter was like a man possessed once the door was opened and he stepped through leaving the rest of the group behind in his haste as if he were being drawn deeper and deeper into the house by an unknown force. In a moment he was out of sight, obscured by the gloom, or gone around a corner, leaving nothing but the scent of the blood still dripping from his hand. A scent that was perhaps more noticable if one one wasn't human. Or humanoid.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/60718833-angel-small-comic-nerd/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Mira Newkirk</a><br/><br/>However his sister was left behind with Gilly and Jamie. "Baxter come back!" she called down the hallway to no avail after her wayward brother before standing on the porch nervously as her usually reliable brother had dissapeared. Without him she struggled to to decide on whether to stick with the others in their group, try to follow him, or perhaps to even outright run for home.<br/><br/>She glanced at Jamie when she brought up the idea of "actual" flashlights. She and Baxter hadn't though of that. She had the light function on her phone, but there was no real way of knowing how long her battery would last. Reaching out to a light switch by the door she hopefully flicked it on, and was surprised when the lights in the hallway seemed to remember what they were for and came to life with a sickly yellow light, though someone who was paying attention would notice that there wasn't the humm of elctricity flowing into the decrepit light fixtures.<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="31303" data-username="@mappy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/31303/">@mappy</a>and<a class="username" data-user-id="31304" data-username="@mainman" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/31304/">@mainman</a><br/><br/>Jo managed to clamber to the top of the tree in time to see 4 individuals force the back porch door open, with one almost rushing inside while the other three seemed to linger on the back step before slowly filing inside.<br/><br/>While sitting in his car on the street in front of the house Bob catches the distinct cracking noise that years on the force have told him that someone, somewhere has just forced a door open.