Patrick had been watching Haunted Travel Channel, glued to the tv while he shovelled popcorn into his mouth without looking away from the ghost stories in front of him.
The only thing that snapped him out of it was the creeping feeling of something familiar and not at all pleasant. It wasn't anything to do with the haunted castle from Scotland flashing before his eyes either.
"Shit," Patrick jumped off the sofa and he dropped the popcorn onto the table before hopping to the window. He glanced down at the street below but it was dark earlier and earlier these days.
"Fff." Patrick toed into some shoes and he jogged down the stairs, jumping over the last three to the landing on the ground floor. He rushed out the door and found himself face to face with not one but two Dullahans.