The driveway stretched to a long, 3-story house that gives off an eerie feeling.

As you and your friends approach the house, a feeling of danger envelops you like a thick blanket. When you reach the door, the tall one of the group steps forward. In his deep booming voice, he commands the newest of the group to step forward.

You step forward as instructed only to realize that you are the only one. A sea of murmurs comes over the crowd behind you. You manage to pick out snippets of the phrases going around. One that strikes you the most was, 'nobody has ever gone in there by themselves'. You are told that in order to be fully initiated into the club, you had to spend the night in the house.

You're feeling brave, so you decide to take the chance and spend the night. The only thing motivating you is, the fact that you would be the only one to spend the night ALONE in that house. Fellow friends from the group behind you urge you not to go and wait until they have another newbie. But you are feeling brave.

They make the arrangements later that day for the room and the proof of you staying in the house. You find out you are to stay up stairs in the room where the tales of haunting began, and that you are to put a flashlight in the window and turn it on and off every hour. The flashlight is to start on so they know that you're in the house. You don't mind at all, you ask if there were anything else that they would like you to do. After saying this you notice you are the only one laughing, you then realize that they were serious earlier.

Your braveness starts to fade as you walk up the driveway to the front door. They take you up to the front door and let you in. That's as far as they will go. For they know the tale and the horrors of that house. Before you walk in, your friend pulls you off to the side and hands you a piece of paper and instructs you to open it only when you are in the room. You step inside the house to find it not all that scary. Yes sure it's dark and dusty and the wind howls through the cracks in the window.

You make your way up to the room. On your way you see many things, long hallways, stairways, and many doors. You find your room for the night and set up the flashlight. You then begin to read the paper your friend had given you. It tells the story of the bloody death of every person who had ever lived in the house. This doesn't scare you because its written by hand. Probably something they give everyone when the first stay in the house.

The night wears on, you turn the flashlight on and off every hour as directed. The clock downstairs strikes midnight. The only thing that frightens you is that the clock had not been running when you walked by it earlier. You figure its just one of the clubs men pulling a prank and trying to scare you. Knock, knock, knock. You don't budge from your spot because of simple fear of who may be on the other side of the door. Knock, knock, knock goes the thing again. This time you figure you can scare them. You slowly get up and sneak to the door. You fling open the door to find nobody on the other side. So you decide to go look for them.

You sneak out of the room and walk back the way you came. You hear a knock behind you. You quickly yell 'ha, I found you' and take off running that way. When you get to the source of the knock you find a man just standing there. You begin to talk to him, but he doesn't talk back. You decide to take a swing at your "friends". You strike flesh as though it were brick. But the man just keeps standing there. The clock downstairs rings one o'clock. You begin to run back to your room only to find the man standing in front of you. You turn around and see none there. You look back in the direction of your room and nobody is there now. You laugh at your friend's feeble attempt to scare you. You forget about their scaring attempts and run back to your room to turn off the flashlight. When you reach the door you go for the knob to find it is locked. After you try the knob again to make sure, a deep booming laugh startles you. You turn around and this time he has come prepared for your foolishness.

In his right hand he has a two-foot long machete. You think to yourself that it is only a plan to scare you. That's what you thought, until the long shiny blade cut through your jugular and neck bone. As your body falls limply to the ground, the door downstairs flings open. Your friends rush upstairs to find you laying their headless in the puddle of your own blood.

Now if you had read the note you would have known the true tale of the house. You would have realized that at the bottom of the note was a sentence that read: At least you were brave enough to go in the front door, you are in the club, come on out.