†You push yourself forward and step into the bedroom. Thoughtfully, you look around. It is much like the others, you tell yourself. Neatly decorated with what looks like funiture that has never been used. Looking over your shoulder, you gaze at a statue. You stroll over to it, touch its hard, stone surface. You find yourself wondering who made it, where it came from, and again, how much it is worth. Pulling yourself away, you look about the room. Although it looks like no one has used it in a long time, if at all, you know that someone is in this room often, you can sense it in the air. It is chilling enough to make you shiver, and makes you take a step back.†

"Greetings traveller, do you care to know more? Do you care to see more?"

†Startled by a voice, you jerk your body around violently, swinging out your arm and knocking a vase with a single red rose in it falling and smashing against the floor. Ignoring the mess you have just created, you stare with wide eyes at a large painting. It is haunting looking, chilling your heart.†

"Please come, learn more. I invite you, dear intruder, dear sweet tresspasser, come and learn."

†Your body trembles in fear as the sweet, seductive voice beckons you once more. All you can do is stare at the giant picture before you.†



†With a shaking hand, you reach out to the painting. Your finger tips run over its surface smoothly. As you sigh, realizing that you have just been imagining it all, the painting slides off to the side revealing a dark, secret passageway. Quickly, you cover your mouth with your hands so that you stop the scream choking you in your throat. Staring deepling into the darkly, you now feel even more torn as to what you should do.†

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"Come to me, I shall not bite." †the darkness tells you.†

‡"BACK" button to get out.‡