The house:<br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss151/NekoKitty132/burnthouse2-1.jpg">[ img ]</a> <a class="postlink" href="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss151/NekoKitty132/burnedhosue-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Almah wasnâ€™t really paying attention to Jonas. Her eyes were transfixed on the house that lay before them. She gripped her camera and snapped a photo.<span style="font-style: italic">Amazingâ€¦ </span>The excitement was getting to her. He heart was pounding and she stepped forward. T<span style="font-style: italic">his is it; this is what Iâ€™ve been waiting for, what we all been waiting for.</span><br/><br/>It was dark out now. The sun had set quite a bit ago. And now she wanted to race up the steps and burst through the doors. She wanted to snap a picture of everything, hoping to get an orb of two. Lightning flashed in the distance and a low rumble of thunder could be heard. She brushed a few strands of her auburn hair from her face and smiled big. Her eyes filled with fear and amazement. She blushed and turned away from the group for a moment, bringing her right hand to her face. Whispering into her precious bracelet, give to her by her dead grandmother, and whispered a short chant.<br/><br/>â€œWater flows, Clouds fly, let us see a something amazing with my own eyes.â€ She turned the band three times to the right and two times to the left and clapped her hands once. She knew it was weird to believe into such a thing. Like her mother would tell her, he words slurred and almost understandable.<span style="font-style: italic">â€˜Believing is such things as magic and lucky charms are for the weak and for the daft. It gets you nowhere is this cruel reality.â€™ </span>But she never stopped believing, not once, that magic existed in this world. It was just that we couldnâ€™t see it.<br/><br/>Turning back to her trusty friends her smile got bigger, â€œLetâ€™s get going!â€ She was filled with adrenaline and she threw her fist in the air and shout, â€œGHOST HUNTERS FOREVER!â€ Grabbing her bag with the board in it she ran off towards the house, hopping over the yellow tape she practically skipped her way to the door, that is, until she tripped over on over the steps and fell. She laughed like a complete fool and got up turning around to stick her tongue out and tapping her head with her hand saying, â€œIâ€™m alright,â€ and waited for them at the door.