You enter the door and see empty space. Looking down you see a staircase descending into darkness. Flicking on your flashlight you begin to go down, the stairs creaking as you step.




A thin trickle of smoke wraps around your feet, you kick at it uneasily, sending the wisps into the air around you. Coughing in the stale air, you continue forward. You feel along the floor with your feet to keep from tripping, when your foot bumps into something large. You point your flashlight at it, it's an old sheet-covered chair.


Looking around, you see more sheet-covered furniture. You catch something moving out of the corner of your eyes and shine your light in that direction, but it is only the flapping of one of the sheets in the wind.

Wind? A chill runs up your spine. There is no wind in the still basement air. Hand starting to tremble, you start backing towards the stairs. You back into somehting, spinning to see a large dressor. The dressor wasn't there a minute ago. You shine your light around and see that all the furniture has moved.

There is a low moan behind you. Warily, you turn around. Slowly, a white figure rises from the sheets, cackling.




You freeze, every bone in your body chilled through. The ghost begins to move towards you. You scream, dropping the flashlight and running away. Just as you start running, you come face to face with another ghost. One by one, the seep out of the sheets and move towards you. Yelling, you run for the stairs, tripping and scrambling up them. They moan after you as you run out and slam the door behind you. You listen to see if they are following, but there is no sound.

You look ahead of you to see the last door. Hands trembling, you reach for the door handle and push it open. Suddenly, a gnarled hand grabs yours and pulls you into the room.


Enter the Last Door