Out of the long black limousine stepped six men in suits and ties. There was the pot bellied brunette Johnson Halwarts, owner of the Halwarts Hotel and Resort Chain. His budgeting manager and right hand man was the stringy and frail, balding blonde Lance Lorings. Planning to be the manager was local Innkeeper Kent Remmingway, nervously twittling his thumbs. Fourth in line and in charge of Construction Planning was the young redheaded architect Jim Rosenburg. Fifth in the house was Halwarts' Interior Design Consultant, the weathered old woman with the dark black hair known only as Mrs. Caoutchouc. Last and least was the nervous blonde, twenty one year old intern Zachary Palls.
"Well Mr. Remmingway, care to give us the tour?" Halwarts asked with a polite smile.
"Oh yes, of course, right this way." the british man replied.
The crew saw everything: a full kitchen with appliances already installed, a full lounge with a pool table next to the garage, four bedrooms (each with it's own bathroom), and an attic full of clothes among other items.
"Well? Are we ready to start planning?" asked Remmingway.
"Well, we'll need to expand the kitchen, build some more rooms, and of course clear everything out, but I think we'll manage." replied Rosenburg.
Everyone was in agreement: they would head back to Remmingway's Inn and discuss things further. But then, things took a turn.
First, the door was found to be jammed, not even turning with Remmingway's key to the place. They tried the windows and back doors, but those were jammed, too.
"No need to panic I'll just call my Limo... odd, there's no signal." Halwarts mused. In fact, not one phone of theirs had any bars. They were trapped in the house until someone came and found them.
Unbeknownst to them, an ethereal force had sealed them in, amd watched as they went about their business. It soon settled on a target....