all the doors in this house are arranged in a highly sinister fashion. simply by walking through the house, i can instill in myself a sense of terror unmatched in any other building. oddly, i have no idea who this place belongs to, or how i ended up inside. this house has a seductive quality to it that i find mildly irresistable. it whispers to me, in the dark recesses of my conciousness. i cant understand what it's saying, but it sounds very alluring and sweet. i need to seperate myself from this place, but i am unable to leave, because i wont let myself. it's a vicious, vicious cycle. i imagine that the house is inhabited by a spirit or ghost, preferably an attractive young female who has a fondness for disoriented, middle aged, living males. i find to some dismay that all of the light switches are apparently for decoration, as none of them actually operate any of the bare bulbs. after testing every switch twice, i seat myself on the tan leather couch and stare at the bare white wall in front me. i will sit in that exact spot until either i starve or the demon that inhabits this house decides to come and claim my soul.