Chapitre 131: Hairy Horror

"Are we good?" Ethan asked, catching his breath as he looked around the room.

It was an abandoned home, though it wasn't as in poor shape as the shop he'd been in prior; the furniture was in order, except for a dark-wood table that had been toppled over.

Joel scratched his head, "Err, for the minute, yes…but, there's a reason I wasn't inside of a building when we met."

"What're you talking about?" He asked.

"Stuff can get kind of…weird when you're inside of someplace for too long," Joel told him.

"Quit being vague already," Ethan said, narrowing his gaze.

Before Joel could open his mouth to further clarify, both of the young men jumped up as a creak echoed throughout the old home.

"What was that…?" Ethan muttered.

Joel gulped, standing beside him, "...Err, why don't you go check?"

"Me? You said I looked sickly, right? A healthy, strong fella like yourself should do it," Ethan retorted nervously.