As the two of them approached the farmhouse, they would note that the front door seemed to be ajar, the handle covered in blood... innocent blood to the supernatural senses deep within Matthias.  He could feel the power within him pounding at the walls as if to say<strong>'LET ME OUT!'</strong>in a torrent of internal Hellfire.  He could hold off the change if he wished, but doing so would take considerable willpower and after a few scant seconds would almost be painful.  The spirit within wanted... needed it's release.  The blood could be smelled as it came from the partially open door.  Blood didn't usually have much of a scent unless there was a lot of it... a low, guttural chuckle heard again from within the house.  It sounded almost elevated, as if it were coming from up the stairs.  What lay behind the door?  So far, only foreboding darkness could be seen.