Looking down the staircase, it seems that it leads to nowhere. It is so dark that it’s difficult to even figure out where it goes. You reach out for the lighter in your pocket when the bookshelf closes behind you making you lose your balance as you go tumbling down the stairs.

You stand up in the flooded basement with music playing on a radio set. Seems rather strange for a radio to be playing in the basement of a 175-year-old mansion that has not been occupied in the last 50 years.

You’re looking around with whatever light the lighter can offer. The music playing in the background changes to a static noise as if it were that of changing frequencies. You feel the presence of someone else in the room. A shiver runs down your spine and something seems to be tugging at your jeans.

You look down with your lighter. A pale man in Red Coats stares back at you, he resembles the picture of the British officer that was lying in the living room, you hadn’t paid much attention to it but at this moment, when he stares back at you, a strange fear grips you. He passes a smirk and then screams at your face, “My House. Leave”

You don’t know if you imagined that in your head. Every few seconds, you feel a breath passing near your ear and whispering in a hoarse voice, “My House, Leave”.

You suddenly remember the door you had seen on getting down into the basement.

If you make a run for the door, click here.

If you go back up the staircase, click here.