In Inola's Car

It was late. Inola was driving while you and the others rode in the car, rain pouring heavily outside as darkness surrounded you. You and your friends were planning to visit the cemetery for fun, seeking excitement out of boredom after your hangout. The windshield wipers swished back and forth, barely keeping the glass clear.

Lulu: "Are ya guys excited? 'Cause Lulu is~ It's so dark and scaryyy!"

Rei: "I've got the equipment ready..." He checks his bag. "Yeah, everything's set."

Inola presses harder on the gas. "Hell yeah I'm excited!"

Celeste: "Don't drive so fast! You might pop a tire!"

Inola: "Calm down, Cele, we're fine."

While the others chat, you look out the window, lost in thought. Suddenly, there's a loud bang and the car lurches. The tire has popped, just as Celeste feared. You all pile out quickly, grabbing your supplies, and start looking for shelter. That's when you spot it - a large house with lights on in the distance, beaconing through the rain.

The group approaches cautiously, senses on high alert. Inside, you smell a warm, inviting aroma that draws you toward a dining room with a long table filled with food. Lulu immediately starts eating, urging the others to join.

Still wary, you decide to explore alone. Upstairs, you find an old portrait of a man with silver-white hair wearing 1800s clothing. The frame hangs unevenly, so you reach out to straighten it.

Your sentence is cut off when a gloved hand suddenly grabs your wrist. You try to scream for help, but no sound escapes your mouth. A cold hand covers your mouth, sending shivers down your spine as a tall figure looms behind you.