A Portuguese Snack (Fenrir) [R]

Ricardo looked on from a fence. He was at a 'safe' distance from the shrieking shack, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to get closer. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so hot headed because when he finally began to think again, he was at the door of the Shack.

Pushing it open, it creaked all the way till it was open, and Ricky cursed in his mind, Why didn't I bring Ember and Chase..., he was no coward of course, but though he was only a child, he was brave enough to admit what he feared, or got him frightened and the scariest haunted house in England sure did the trick.

As he walked around the place, the sounds of a hundred of souls being tortured echoed in his ears and he groaned each time they came up.

Walking up a set of stairs, he looked out one of the windows, and spotted a trail of blood on the snowy floor on the outside. He stumbled back slightly, and then tilted his head back. In this new hall, there were two doors, and another set of stairs. He wanted to just go down, but his curiosity got the best of him.

He opened the first door and found nothing. An empty room, with a simple piano and a bed. He then returned to the hall, and closed the door behind him, before looking at the other one. A pool of blood formed under it, and Ricardo took out his wand and his ring. He hurled it to the air and then grabbed the hilt of the sword that appeared out of thin air.

Approaching the door, he knocked on it, but decided against speaking.