Nate drifted along with the group as they began setting up a table in the dry corner, he drifted into the center of the house, looking up at the massive hole in the roof through a nearly hollowed out second floor. Rain fell on his face and shoulders, but he felt nothing as the water passed through him as if he wasn't there, technically, he wasn't.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œHey, you guys, look over here.â€</span><br/><br/>Nate turned to see Almah wandering towards a door that lead downward. Nate drifted behind her as she pulled it open and shone a flashlight into the basement. She began downwards, and he heard the loud creak of the rotting steps.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Be careful. It looks danger..."</span>he began then he heard a snap and she fell, catching herself on a bar before dropping onto the floor and debris below. Nate swooped down to see if she was alright and sighed in relief when she stood up and called to the others.<br/><br/>This was odd. He never felt like this before. He remembered feeling this way when he was alive, yet since then his existence had been one void of most feelings besides the occasional wave of sadness or amusement. He felt panic at the moment, and worry. Worry for this girl and her friends above. He was reminded of his own death as she fell in a similar way to him, yet she was lucky not to fall on something dangerous...<br/><br/>She began scanning the darkness with her flashlight, the light barely penetrating the thick veil of darkness in the open space. Nate knew that nothing could harm him and was never bothered by the dark before, yet this atmosphere, with the dust and soot hanging in the air, the sound of her friend's footsteps above creaking on the floorboards, it felt extremely ominous and creepy. He felt anxious and the uncertainty of what could be lurking in the darkness occupied his thoughts heavily. He wasn't really worried for his own safety, but rather for Almah beside him. He knew she couldn't see or hear him, but that didn't stop him from speaking.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Almah, I think you should get out of here. It's not safe."</span>he said. Thunder boomed overhead and lightning lit up the house for only a moment, filling the doorway above with light, which then brightened the basement for a brief second. Threatening shapes and objects appeared for a fleeting moment enough to raise hairs, if one had them to raise...