the wind outside howled and bit on the rusty walls of this cabin. outside the forest was heavy with storm, mist had gathered around the trees, thunder an omnious warning lurking above me. the furniture inside here is ancient as stone, the old sink is dripping with black droplets. everyhting in here reeks of death. suddenly, a voice whispers, with murmurs and speaks of a siren. its whispering my name. this place is haunted, i can feel it. something is so messed up. a spider skips across the floor, and my gaze follows it. it leads me to the door. is the spider trying to tell me to run? instead, i turn my head towards one of the mirrors, walking as close as possible, but nothing shows. i tap at it, whats wrong with this mirror? i open my mouth to speak and the sirens come back. it hits me right then. this is haunted house, because I am the ghost.