You walk inside, but it is pitch black. You step forward, but your foot gets caught and you stumble onto the floor. Dust flies up around you and you sneeze. You sit up and your eyes become somewhat accustomed to the light. You hear a scraping noise behind you, but when you turn around nothing is there. There is something underneath an old sheet, which you pull away. Underneath is an old trunk.

You pull at the rotted lock, which crumbles in your hands. You stare at it for a moment before tossing it away and wiping your hands on your pants, leaving a long rusty brown streak. You turn your attention back to the old box in front of you. Cautiously you lift the lid and peer inside. What is inside the box stares back out at you.



You gasp and jump back, the box closes on its own. Your heart racing, you run for the door and pull at the handle- it's locked. You look around and spot another door. Hurrying over, you go in and close it behind you, closing your eyes and leaning against it in relief.
You open your eyes and examine the room you are now in. Lit by a solitary candle, you see two staircases leading to separate places. Which one should you try? A moaning catches your attention and you look towards the left staircase. Quickly descending is an angry looking ghost.


"I will have you now!" It screeches. You sprint for the second staircase as fast as your legs can carry you. Skipping stairs at a time, tripping and scrambling up, you make it to the landing at the top. The ghost does not follow.

There are two doors ahead of you. Warily glancing at the ghost behind you, you open the first one.

Enter the Door