The House of Garry Wayne

It is already late at night, two teenagers with backpacks on their backs walk towards an abandoned house. The only light that exists in that place is the shimmering moonlight that gleams from the sky. There are no other houses in the vicinity, that house is the only standing building. Cautiously, one of the two teenagers turns the doorknob and opens it. A musty odor wafts from within, ambushing their sense of smell. The two teenagers cough from the stinging attack of pungent smell. Floating dust particles fill the room, attacking the noses, throats, and lungs of the two teenagers. For a few moments, the two of them cough nonstop. They are busy wagging their hands, trying to get rid of the source that make their throats itch.