Walking inside, Renee looked around. The house was an older Victorian style home with hardwood floors and dingy yellow wallpaper that looked like it was dated back to the sixties. The house smelled of bleach and lemon pledge and everything was neatly put away and organized. Matt and Chris followed behind Renee and were now talking in the living room. Their conversation was drowned out by the sound of a clock ticking on the wall. Renee was staring at its pendulum swinging back and forth making a ticking noise that slowly drove her insane. Renee broke free from her gaze at the clock when she heard Matt’s phone ringing. “Make yourself at home guys, you can sleep in the spare bedroom,” Matt said as he walked off to answer his phone. Renee sat down on the couch which had a floral cover over it. She looked around and tried to relax her mind. “Ready?”, asked Chris, waving a baggie with white substance in it. “I’m always ready,” said Renee.