Snippet #2041522

You can not easily set foot into that 'mysterious mansion' in your town.
Because if you anger its former occupant, you will not get away lightly...

Especially if there are no people there...

Kazakhstan had led the group for miles, awaiting the moment they found that stupid mansion California was blabbering about. She had to bring that up at the conference, didn't she?

The mansion was big. Bigger than any house Kazakhstan had seen before. It certainly looked sinister, with the night sky, the unrelenting rain and the lightning in the background. He turned to his small group of friends that California had dragged with her. From left to right, stood California, Argentina, Alisia (Who he had a slight crush on,) and California's sister, New Orleans. He preferred to call them by their country, rather than their real names as it showed respect on his part.

"Alright, if we're going to go into this supposedly haunted house, we'll avoid splitting up. Something tells me Orleans and Cali will freak out if we split up. Little California is scared of the dark, and being alone. So, follow me, Da?" He muttered, beckoning the group. He was the first to walk up to the door, and run his hand over the cold, wet handle. He opened the door with ease, to his own surprise. "Okay, it's open." He called back, opening the door fully and walking through. He was taken aback -to see all the lights on, and the house was fairly warm. He walked into the main room, and turned to look at his friends once they had followed him in. California exclaimed in joy when she saw the huge room. "So cool, dude!" She cried, scoping the room.

"Okay... We're in. It's a bit weird.. It's very big, so don't get lost."