The House of Ink, as it was commonly known, was haunted.  Everyone in the quiet town of Dimetra knew this and kept clear. It was supposedly haunted ever since the beautiful Scarlett Ink went insane and had a heart attack there. Hence the name, House of Ink. Standard horror novel intro.  Poor Scarlett, thought Cristal, digging through her bag and pulling out her phone. A voice came from the front of the car. "Cristal, you know I told you to keep your phone in your bag." said her mother gently. "I get to use my phone because you are taking me to NOWHERESVILLE, IN A DIFFERENT STATE!" "It's California, honey, I'm sure you'll make new friends." Cristal harrumphed and slouched back in her seat. Cristal was a skinny girl of fourteen, with steely gray eyes, and spiky black hair with bright green tips.