GHOST HOUSE

The girl suddenly snaps around to grab your wrist. Her grip is tight - you can't yank away.

LUKE

H-Hey--

GIRL

I won't ask again.

There's a popping sound. Your wrist is in a world of pain, but all you can do is gasp.

GIRL

Have you seen my brother?

LUKE

I... I-I'm...

Your breathing is erratic. You pat at your pocket desperately, trying to find your inhaler. Before you manage to fish it out, she yanks you up by your now-broken arm, throwing you at the wall. You hit it roughly, hearing a loud crack that confirms you probably just broke a rib, too. Less than a second later, your vision's going spotty, pain overwhelming you.

The girl walks over to you slowly as you lay crumpled on the floor, gasping for air. She looks down at you with a little smile, almost taunting you, tilting her head as she watches you cough and wheeze. You can't move. You watch in terror as she crouches down to whisper something into your ear.

GIRL

Welcome to my House.