While Luke scurried behind old dead trees, Luke saw the house. Luke had heard stories about this house, he had been told that this was his great, great, great, ancestors farm years ago. The old faceless house stood alone, Luke looked around, nobody was to be seen.

Impatiently Luke snuck in, after that remembered what his great great grandmother, had told him she was in the seventh floor. He went in. Imminently stopped, he heard foot steps! It was coming up!