Chase peered into the desolate church. On a stormy evening at midnight, the wind whistled between the never-ending rows of pews that surrounded him. Outside the stained-glass window, a rumble of thunder caused the trees to tremble as a flash of lightning narrowly missed the branches. In the far corner of the church, dead, wilted flowers lay below the damp beams. Above the altar, hundreds of melted candles were hanging while wax dripped down the ornate wooden wall. Suddenly, a creak came from behind him. Then another. And another. Chase was frozen with fear.