Scarlett stared at the fading house. Water dripped constantly, and a ruby red apple tree called out to her, a howl erupted from the distance. The air smelled like damp socks. From the back of the garden a vine towered over her, grabbing at her legs. Something loud echoed in her ears, something sharp scratched at her, something acrid played with her taste. Unfortunately, there was no way for her to escape this haunted horror…