*Miguel let out a soft grunted as he slammed the car door, narrowing his crimson eyes at the abandoned house before him. Graffiti covered the outside walls, the windows were broken and boarded and the house looked to be in shambles. The grass dead and dark and leaves piled up in parts of the yard.*

*He had gotten a call for this house, a frantic women who spoke about her dog having disappeared on the property. She had suspected some sort of monster took it.*

*Miguel thought for a moment, he didn’t know what he was up against, so he’d bring some basics. A silver tipped blade, a crucifix, holy water, a revolver, and a lighter. Along with a flashlight for light of course.*

*He slowly approached the front porch, being careful with his footing on the broken, creaky stairs as he approached the front door, knocking softly on the wooden entrance.*