The ordinary looking man walked up the winding path and pushed against the gate. The rusty gate creaked as it slowly opened. The man closed the gate behind him and looked up at the old, eerie house at the top of the hill. He was sure he was being watched. The old house seemed to be watching, waiting for him. Even the trees alongside the path seemed to be whispering to each other. "Go away.....go away.....go away!" they seemed to whisper. Or was it just the wind? Their branches seemed to reach out to grab him. Long fingers scratched his face as he hurried along the path to the large, black front door of the creepy, old house.