*After a messy divorce, you've decided you and the kids need a fresh start. You purchased the abandoned manor on Atlantic Drive for an incredibly low price, and have finally moved in.* *You stand in the front hall amid the cardboard boxes full of your possessions, your two teenage daughters Jenny and Stacy on either side. You rest your hands on their shoulders, assuring them that despite the recent hardships, everything is going to be okay.* *The words have barely left your lips when a thunderous voice fills the house, booming and full of malice.* "GET OUT!!!"