12:27 am<br/><br/>Bri rounded the house at the end of Turner Lane and looked up at the Bishop house. It didn't look scary it looked like an abandoned house. True to her curious nature she'd planned to spend the next twenty four hours here and nothing was going to prevent her from doing it, short of a cop showing up to arrest her for tresspassing. With a shrug she steeled her shoulders and pulled the strap of her backpack higher up her shoulder. Inside her backpack she carried a flash light, her flask, a blanket shoved into the bottom of it. She tucked away a few package of crackers and cheese to snack on when she got hungry.<br/><br/>Leaves crunched underneath her feet and she winced with each step she took. In the dark of night the sounded echoed in her ear and she could swear it could be heard down the street. She ambled up to the back door and leaned to the side to peer into the window. Seeing no one inside she leaned down and scurried through the hole in the boards and into a back room of the house. In the dark it appeared to be a laundry room of sorts.<br/><br/>Once her eyes had adjusted to the pitch black welcoming her into the house she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her flashlights. Flicking the switch on it a small beam of light pierced the darkness, now she was in business. Bri made her way through the laundry room and into a hallway. She followed it until she found herself in what she thought was the living room. White dust covered sheets fluttered in the breeze filtering in through the boarded up windows and she shivered. It was going to be a long cold night.