Before you in the dark stands a huge iron gate. You put a hand tentatively out, slightly pushing against it and jump as the gate swings open. Lightning cuts across the midnight black sky, giving the place an even more eerie feeling than you already got from it. Looking up, you see a light on upstairs. You can almost swear you can smell the odor of fire and brimstone, and hear the screams of tortured souls but pass it off as your imagination. Slowly you walk up the pathway leading to the front door. You stop in front of the door, wondering if you should enter this house. Taking a deep breath, and gathering what courage you can, you open the door and step through cautiously.