Your name is Tyler, you live in the small town of Giesling, Massachusetts. You're 18 years old, a high school senior, and you've always been into exploring.
You convince your buddy Graham to go with you to the old Weiss Manor just outside of town. It's been closed for years since the museum went out of business. No one's crossed the grounds since the time of your grandparents.
"What do you think we're going to find in there?" Graham asks as the two of you climb the chain link fence blocking the house from the public.
"I heard there was an old altar that the witches used back in the 17th century. They would sacrifice people and shit down there. It would give them superpowers in return" you answer.
"What are you fucked up?! You actually believe that shit they teach in local history? Everyone knows it's bullshit. They were burned at the stake for trying to capture people!" Graham answers.
"If there's an altar down there, I want to see it. Legend says it can give whoever stands on it magic powers. The powers of the witches themselves!" you say with lust, your want for the powers too much to contain your excitement.
You and Graham approach the front door and kick it down.