John could hear the dirt crunching under the heavy hooves of his horse as he rode up to the decrepit mansion. The heavy breathing from his horse was visible in the cool night air, the only light came from the large full moon resting high in the sky. The house was two stories and probably had about twenty rooms in it. The house and the area around it was in poor disrepair. The shutters hanging from windows, or missing completely, the grass came up to his ankles while still riding on the horse. He could spot groups of weeds sprouting up all over the place starting to choke the trees that surrounded the mansion.<br/><br/>John reached into the saddle bag behind him and pulled out an iron knife and a few iron bullets. The saddle creaked as John shifted his weight to get off the horse. There was a soft thud and a small cloud of dirt as his feet touched the ground. He led the reluctant horse over to one of the wooden beams on the houses porch and tied it there. John looked around as he replaced the normal bullets in his six shooter with salt coated iron rounds. When he was prepared he walked up to the house, the old boards creaking under his unexpected weight. John walked over to the door and grasped the blackened bronze handle and pulled on it, the door was locked. The door shattered as John kicked it in, dust flying everywhere as fresh air blew into the stale house.<br/>John could hear a child's laughter as he strode into the house gun raised hand ready to grab his knife at any moment. He walked towards the living room clouds of dust exploding into the air with every step.