Dragox hears the howl as the door is opened but just puts it off as the wind blowing through the old house.  His eyes quickly look around the room before he feels a pull on his body from the wind and he stumbles inside.  His brain tries to give him the same explanation about the wind before he hears the door close behind him.  He tenses up some before the lights flick on by themselves.  That he could not explain.  His ears go back some and he hangs his head.  “Fuck…”<br/>He never had liked to believe in spirits and stuff of that nature before but he was smart enough to know his own luck.  His luck had always been very bad.  Bad enough to lead him to a house where a crazy old man installed a weird fan and surveillance system or one that was actually haunted by a ghost.  Still, the draw of money was something he could not resist despite the risk.<br/>He takes a little longer to look around the room and sees the portrait of the rich frog.  He smiles some and holds back a laugh as he sees the toupee on it.  It just looks silly to him.  He opens the note book and pulls a pen out of his pocket before starting to write info about the condition of the room.  He walks around the room a little bit before deciding that he doesn’t have to measure the room right now.  He then turns and starts to go down the hall to the right of the main door.  He doesn’t look relaxed but isn’t nervous.  He has sort of a might as well do it attitude.  He could tell that something wasn’t normal.  However, if he tries the door and it opens, what is to say that it won’t open later.  Leaving now he wouldn’t get any money.  And if he tries the door and it doesn’t open, he is trapped there and needs to find another exit and might as well take his time and survey the house.  So, spurred on by what the company will pay him and what he might be able to find inside, he continues on.