"I don't think this is a good idea," Jasmine stepped through the
door. "What if there's some hobo living in here?"  "Oh come on,
Jaz. Who cares?" Mike pushed a few pieces of framing from their
path. "We'll scare him before he can scare us. Besides, you're
tired of the 'same old-same old, aren't you? You should really
make up your mind. I mean -"  "Just because I think this place
is a bit creepy doesn't mean I'm gonna chicken out." She tip-
toed across a hole in the floor, watching as he handled the
wooden beams. "I just don't like the idea of coming across
weirdos in the middle of the night. We're here, aren't we? If I
was gonna change my mind, I would have stayed home."  "Alright,
I get it." Mike thought of the rumors she had told him about.
The looters who nearly died of fright, people last seen here now
missing. She had some crazy ideas, but what the hell, right?
Maybe she'd finally get that 'supernatural experience' she
always talked about. "I was just teasing anyway."  Around a
corner a tattered staircase