Top of the icy mountain and it's getting dark, a bitter wind blows and it's starting to snow again. My companion gets out a thin blanket and sits down. 'Shouldn't we, you know, go in there?' I point to a large house behind us, the door creaks open. 'No way,' he says, 'it's haunted.' I look around at the howling storm, shiver and head into the house. It's dim inside so I grab a net curtain and set fire to it with my lighter. We sit on the floor in the room nearest the door, warming our hands on the burning curtain. Loud creaking noise from the floor above. 'We should really look around before we fall asleep, yeah?' says my companion. I just stare at him.