The house had long since rotted into the earth, swallowed by moss and ivy, the wood blackened with mildew. What remained was a scarred lot, ringed with rusting fences and half-collapsed warning signs that flapped in the wind. Locals whispered about the cursed land, about the amusement park that once burned with screams. The government had sealed it off, but people always came.
And tonight, two groups crossed the threshold at the same time.
