"What the fuck?!" He squeaked loudly and clutched his chest. His heart was almost beating out of his chest and he felt as though it was trying to escape like a caged robin. Olivar looked around cautiously and rubbed his eyes a little. There was a knock at the door and Olivar quickly answered it, glancing back suspiciously.
A young teen boy stood on his front porch, he was short and thin with thick black hair and a soft round face and an unnaturally large and friendly smile. Sort of reminded him of Harry Potter, only less invisible.
"Hello sir! Are you the new owner of this house?" He asked
"Um, yes why?" Olivar looked confused and suspicious, gripping the door.
"Well this house is haunted and I've always wanted to check it out but it's been completely closed down." He smiled "Are you aware of it's history?" the boy asked. Oliver slowly shook his head watched t he teen who looked quite excited now.
"May I come in? I want to check out the basement and I could tell you about the house." He offered . Olivar was on edge from the appearance of the young boy and almost said no to the boy, but something made him want to open the door and let the kid in. He thought it over and slowly opened the door "None of the furniture had been set up" Olivar said quietly
"Oh that's alright." The boy said and looked around the small room, looking at the door that lead to the living room, then to the one that lead to the laundry room. "The door should be on this wall." He said as he felt up the wall adjacent to the front door.
"What are you looking for?" Olivar asked quietly. "The basement." Was his quick answer as the boy gasped excitedly. "I found the door!" He said, voice similarly to hungry nails on a chalk board. "What Fucking door?!" Olivar snapped and grabbed the teens shoulder roughly and yanking him away from the wall, causing to tear the near an pristine wallpaper, revealing an old  rusted steel door.