Oh great, the portals were open. This meant Haunted House duty, and also meant having to face halloween creatures. Jason was not thrilled to say the least, cringing as he stepped into the creaking mansion. He could hear the wind hallowing through cracks in the wood, the noise akin to enraged ghosts as they tried to get in, to steal his very soul.
The moon shivered to himself, drawing the hunter coat around him to keep in the warmth as he walked throughout the rooms, jumping at every little noise that sounded. Which was about every 3 seconds.
Why in gods name did he have to do this again?
