He stared up at the old manor. To say it looked creepy was pushing it ever so slightly. He was seriously considering running back to the car, jumping in and driving away. But he couldn’t so, when Catwoman slipped her hand in his, the army boy couldn’t help but follow her up the rickety stairs. She looked at him expectantly as he slowly raised his hand to press the bell. Last chance to run Taylor, go go go Only, he didn’t move as the old door swung open, disco music blaring through the house. He could do this, what could possibly go wrong. Only as soon as the door slammed behind him. He knew everything was going to go wrong tonight. It happened as he was dancing with his ‘date’. He was laughing when he got the feeling he was being watched. He hair on the back of his neck stood up on end as he shivered. He didn’t like this. “Justin? What’s wrong?” came the worried voice of his friend as he looked about them. No-one else seemed to be affected, so why was it just him. Shaking his head he flashed a smile, “It’s nothing, honest” That seemed to be what Daphne wanted to hear because she started dancing again. Then the lights went out. Everyone started to scream and Justin rolled his eyes, “Very fucking funny Ross!” he yelled over the yelling. David Ross was the one who’d organised the party, it was also his family who owned the house. Daphne grabbed Justin’s hand, dragging him through the panicking crowd towards the front door where she stopped frozen. “Shit, Justin. Where the fuck‘s the door!?” The blonde raised an eyebrow, pulling out his lighter…well Brian’s lighter and flicked it open. “Aww fuck…” The door had been bricked over.