((Ok, sorry about the wait but here is the opening post.  Please make your posts long enough to state what your character is doing and how they are reacting to the previous posts.  Only post once before I post again.  I do not want anyone to be left behind.  However, do not take a long time to respond.  My goal would be one post a day but I do realize that there are the holidays and school.  I will use my best judgment on what to do with the pacing.  If a day will not work I will change my goal.  Do not post in this RP until you have talked to me through PMs.  Those who have already done so are free to post their opening posts.  Please let the first group gather before entering the house as it will make it easier.))<br/>Every town has its own urban legends.  Some simply have more fact to them.  The old out at the outskirts was where he had lived.  No one knew his name.  He was simply known as "The Monster Maker" or something effect.  He had made monsters for movies and anyone would know his work.  There was little known about the man though.  Companies started to shift to CGI so he got less and less work.  Finally he just stopped working.  That was about ten years ago.  The last anyone had heard of him was five years ago.  Some say that he moved away unnoticed so he could live out the rest of his days.  Some say he went insane and he was held up inside of his house.  Some say that he is already dead.  Some say he is already dead and that his spirit is haunting the house.<br/>Like every urban legend someone knows a friend of a friend who went into the house.  Some say that friend 'confirmed' it was haunted.  Still, it was popular for dares to have people go check the house out.  Some go to it so they can try and steal anything that may be left there.  Some admire his work and want to see where he lived.  Some want to see a ghost.  People went to it for many reasons but no one ever knew anyone directly who had gone in.  There was always that separation.<br/>New rumors would start to spread that a group was going to the house.  The person who started the idea pulled out but a time and date for a group to go in was still there.  It was a Friday night so there wasn't work or school to worry about.  The sun was already down and the sky held a full moon.  It was unsure if this night had been picked for that reason.<br/>The house itself was fitting for what his job had been.  If someone went to a movie company and said 'I want a haunted house.' this is what they would have given them.  The outside was covered in dark painted shingles which were slowly falling away.  A black iron fence was around the yard and the slightest wind made the gate creek on its hinges.  The grass was uncut in what looked like perfectly controlled chaos.  The stone walkway went up to the front door which held an old brass knocker and door handle.  There were windows but the curtains were drawn so nothing inside could be seen.  The house itself almost seemed as if it was waiting for the group to come in.