Scripted Death

The night was completely dark. The occasional cawing of crows added an eerie touch to the house.

Gideon and his group of four found a secluded corner to sit down. Their spot was not only a good distance from the house but also away from the crowd. The mountain wind blew gently, carrying a barely noticeable chill that made them shiver involuntarily.

"Roxy, Marshall, have you noticed anything weird?