Well at least the walls weren't dripping blood yet, although sight of a few very unsettling china dolls upon high shelves proved to be just as unsettling for him - he'd always had a thing about dolls, stuffed animals, and anything else inanimate that had been given eyes seemingly solely with the intent of freaking him out. He just hated the dead stare that came from such things, the lifeless and soul-less look that seemed to follow him around the room no matter where he went, silently watching, waiting...<br/><br/>With a shudder he let his right hand move down to the zipper of the sports bag that was slung over his right shoulder - fingers unzipping the bag a little way and allowing his hand to slip into the bag to find the reassuring solidness of the shotguns stock. He was scaring himself he knew, but he couldn't help having an imagination - it had taken him until the age of 10 to finally be able to sleep with the light off, and several years later when he finally realised there was things that went bump in the dark he reverted to sleeping with the light on again, and had done every since.<br/><br/>'Anybody home?' he called down the passageway - seeing no sense in trying to 'sneak' up on whatever or whoever was within the house. The supernatural most often had exemplary senses and his presence within the house was about as likely to go unnoticed as an elephant in lead boots would go unnoticed tap dancing its way through the house.<br/><br/>Daniel make his way slowly along the corridor all the same, hearing the creaking noise growing all the more louder the nearer he got to its apparent source - the doorway that lay just ahead of him to his left. 'Forget the holiday, I just need a change of jobs' he muttered as he reached out with his left hand, pushing the door open before stepping into the room beyond.