<span style="font-style: italic"> "You really scared of these stupid legends. I mean seriously. I hate to say you are seriously a chick."</span>A total stranger seemed to talk as if nothing in the world could of scared him. Oh yes her introduction just when over really well. At least she angered someone enough. She watched as the boy that was totally clueless to the horrors that had happened in this abandoned hell house. Jasmineâ€™s mouth almost dropped as the boy literally knocked on the door. Oh yea that was really going to help the situation.<span style="font-style: italic">. "Hey yo, dudes inside. You said in the letter about getting us when we get here. This is no great service."</span>Then he turned and walked back to limo. All the while Jasmine stood there looking at him in shock. Well at least someone did something.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm Xander Biskit and I do not believe in ghosts," </span>A tall man with glasses spoke as he steeped out of a limo. Jasmineâ€™s eyes seemed to glance over the man in almost an appreciative way. Though he was in no way her type. Now here she was going for a geeky guy. She watched him walk up to the front of the house and he spoke again.<span style="font-style: italic">""I believe it's unlocked," </span>The statement made her laugh. Yea it must be unlocked who would just lock the door to an abandoned building. She slapped her hand to her face. What an idiot she wasâ€¦<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Looks like this is going to be a fun time for all of us!"</span>A blonde man spoke this time. He seemed rather curious to Jasmine. Not as much of a Mr. Show it all as the other two guys were. "The name's Rafael. Anyone else volunteer to be here or was it just me? Lighten up! This is supposed to be a great experience! That's why we are here isn't it?!" Jasmine almost tackled the man. This was just what she wanted. In fact she walked right over to Rafael and put out her hand.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you."  Jasmine smiled at him then turned and walked up the front steps. A feeling of hatred fell through her body as if to wake her completely up. She heaved a sigh and pushed her way through the entrance way. The place was completely dusty and she made her way through the hallway straight to the dinning room. Where the infamous large, wide, and round dining table was. Dust completely covered it. Not a spec was clean. She turned to see an old record player resting on a shelf. Out of what seemed to be thin air it began to play.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome to my house Iâ€™m delighted you could come. I am certain you will find your stay here most illuminating . It is regrettable I cannot be with you. But I had to leave before your arrival." </span>The voice belonged to the devil himself. Sir Emeric Belasco. It was chilling and horrifying. A shiver went through her veins at the sound of his overly cold voice. They were being welcomed by a man that was dead. This was overly creepy. She shivered again and turned her attention to the table which had a nice white envelope encrypted on it were the words<span style="font-style: italic">Boarding , or rooms. </span>She waited only a moment. "So who wants to open that?" She pointed at it.