Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Tuesday Afternoon

Standing on Phoenix Way on Maryland's Fandom Island, looking at his new house on this cloudy Tuesday afternoon, Mike was finally starting to have some second thoughts about this plan of moving away from Florida. Specifically, the part where he'd thought buying a fixer-upper that he hadn't seen except for in photographs, even if it had been practically for nothing, with plans of renovating it and then selling it to someone else for a profit once he felt like moving on.

One, the house that stood before him right now was a mansion. Second, it was nowhere near the condition he'd been led to believe it would be in, although if he was honest, he'd expected that. What he had not expected was that the house... was also a little creepy. That was just great.

But he'd come this far and wasn't about to just give up when he hadn't even been inside yet. So, he walked up to the front door, used his key on the lock and stepped inside.

(Yes, silently bracing himself for bats or something.)

[ooc: For the other guy in for a major surprise!]