Chelsea Raines let out a scream, her trembling finger pointing at the photo of House #5. "Th-this isn't a haunted house, is it? Why does it look so gloomy?!"
The kids were on the timid side, and they all instinctively shrank back at her scream.
Ian Shaw, however, had no major reaction, though a hint of annoyance crept into his gaze as he looked at Chelsea Raines.
Ruby Preston frowned. "Alright, Chelsea Raines, don't be so jumpy all the time. We have children with us, and they get scared easily."
Chelsea Raines apologized, her expression still panicked. "You guys, look at this house! How could anyone live there!"
The yard of House #5 was completely dilapidated, with weeds nearly three feet high. The door, however, was red—a bright, crimson red.
The stark contrast made it look both terrifying and bizarre.
