Boards creaked underfoot and Bri jerked each time the sound reached her ears. She was being ridiculous and knew it but still she was alone in a dark house left empty for years. It was freaky but not out right scary. She was partly disappointed at it just being a simple run down house and not a haunt factory. Because she had somewhat of a fascination with the supernatural and an avid addict of the television she'd expected it to be more eerie inside. She walked around the living room taking care where she stepped, the boards were old and weathered and not very sturdy.<br/><br/>She sank down on the edge of the couch and her backpack strap slipped down to her elbow. She lifted it and sat it down next to her on the couch and began rooting around in it. Pushing past the water bottles she felt around until she found the extra batteries for her flashlight laying atop the blanket at the bottom of the bag. At least she didn't have to worry about spending the entire night in the pitch dark. Being alone she didn't mind too much she'd grow accustomed to it. It was a little lonely but it was better than the alternative, being in a relationship she was miserable in. Bri was settling back on the couch when she heard a voice ring out in the house from where she'd come a few moments before. Bri bounded to her feet, the light of her flashlight swinging towards where she'd heard the male voice.<strong>"No one!"</strong>she called back in response to the clear male voice. Bri chuckled at herself and then her smile froze on her face. Why was there a man here? Was he a squatter? Had she stumbled into his makeshift home? Christ, she hoped not.<strong>"You're tresspassing,"</strong>she muttered, wrapping her arms around herself.