It was a dark, cold night to be in a mansion as dark and cold as the one Courtney was standing in. She was waiting for her father, who was supposedly fixing a flat tire in his car. A flat tire had been the outcome of driving so far to get to their new home, which was called Midnight Mansion, by all who knew it. Though, only few knew it.
Bored, Courtney peered out a tall, glass window. Her father was not there, and neither was his car. ”But where did he go?,” she shouted.