Wraith as the creature called himself rushed into an abanden house in the woods and locked its self in. The house was old and decaying, it tilted and cracked as winds blew over it. Old dusty furniture are weak and broken by age. Paintings displayed of the previous owners of the house, they date back at 1951. "Proabaly a family that found a gold mine and where very rich..." thougt wraith. The only things alive where nothing but rats, spiders and spirits he can sense. " good something to feed off of for a while..." Wraith checked through the window for anything that was folling him, he sighed and went into a basement he recently found, and slept and waited for an attack...