Chris didn't like this, it was hard enough lying to his parents about going here but seeing it now? Quite frankly it was terrifying. As they moved towards the house and Richards taunts became more annoying Chris was having a hard time not freaking out. With a little difficulty Chris moved through the iron fence and moved along with the others, trailing behind. Chris was feeling guiltier and guiltier as they moved closer to the house and he was about to call it off and face the consequences of an angry mother when something caught his eye. 

Making sure nobody saw him, Chris bent down and picked up the rock he had seen on the ground. It wasn't all that impressive but the cracks made a nice pattern and the flecks of shiny stuff made in sparkle nicely in the moonlight. Noticing he was lagging behind too much Chris picked up his pace and pocketed the rock, it would be a nice addition to his collection. 

When they entered the house it was about as creepy as he thought it would be. With creaky floorboards, shattered windows, and even a flippin crow. Yup...It was going to be a long night. With that in mind, Chris decided to explore a little. It wasn't spelunking but you work with what you got. Looking around the house was in pretty bad shape, the wall paper was peeling, the aforementioned crow had pooped in several places, and the floors were loose. As Chris stopped gazing at the ceiling he looked at Anwen and saw that she was looking at her cards weird. Chris was always interested in her predictions and he had found that one way or another they usually came true, sometimes pretty clearly while other times obscure. 

Sitting down next to her, Chris dismissed something about finding a toilet and asked her what her cards told her.