the story would be spectacular, first he enters the house, entranced that the old building is in such good condition, when suddenly he almost jumps right out of his skin as a crash of lighting flashes through the old windows. He holds his chest as the roll of thunder passes by and the beat of the rain is now steady again against the old wooden planks of the house.
As he looks around he see's firelight glow through the cracks of an old beaten down door covered in musky vines and moss. He slowly reaches for the door handle, his heart beating fast in his chest. He does not know who is behind the door in such an old and supposedly abandoned house.
The door handle creeks as his shaking hand turns it slowly. The rusty door hinges scream into the air and he looks timidly in the room. There in the shadows of the fireplace, where a beautiful warm glowing fire cracks and dances in the drenched air, sits a singular chair, it's back to him.
"Hello?" he calls out to someone. He can't see them, but he knows someone is there, his senses tell him that much. "I don't mean to intrude, I was lost in the rain and I saw the house. I hope you don't mind me coming in without asking, I'm terribly sorry."
The figure stirs in the chair, a dark mass against the light of the black room. "Um hello? Are you alright?" he asks, entering the room more. Maybe the person is deaf, or mute, and cannot answer him because he doesn't know he is there.
Suddenly the figure moves, and turns to him. His breathe catches in his throat and his mouth gaps open. He wants to gasp, he wants to scream his lungs out, but a silent cry escapes his mouth and only leaves him desperately mute.
For there, staring back at him, was not a figure, but a black shadow. Dark dripping vines hung from it's shapeless body. A pure white mask was it's only face, with two haunting black holes that stared at him blankly.
He was frozen in fear and suddenly smelt the acid stench in the air. He quickly drew back wanting to run, wanting to flee back into the rain and the night.
The figure drew forward and now he saw the true girth of the creature, it's body growing and growing from the shadows.
He fled from the room, running from the figure who was now advancing towards him, and ran back into the pouring rain of the black night.