Mom: And remember, don't take anything your grandfather says.
Lucas: I will, Mom.
Lucas watched as his mother weaved from her car window, before driving away. He then turned around and stared up at the old cottage his grandfather called home. The little nine year old was intimidated by it's abandoned looking appearance, but he picked up his dinosaur suitcase and approached the door. He stepped up the creaky old steps and raised a hand to knock on the rotting door, but he hesitated, he felt like someone, no, something was watching him from a distance. He then heard a click coming from fhe door, he got scared as the door opened, but he was then face with an old man with a Santa beard, his grandfather
Grandfather: Luke? I wasn't expecting you for another hour. Now your just impressing me.
The old man noticed Luke's fearful expression and got worried, looking towards the woods, giving a, "I dare you" face.
