†Your mixture of curiousity and fear, has lead you up the staircase, closer to the footsteps you knew you had heard earlier. As you climb to the top of the stairs, you enter into a large, open room. Breath taken, you grip a nearby table to sturdy yourself. You stare up at the high ceiling, then at the beautiful tapestry. Remembering what the outside of the house looked like, most of it hidden in the forest that surrounds it, you would never have guessed the inside looked as lovely as this. You tell yourself that is it probably this way because the owner does not want guests.†

†As you move around the room, you peek your head into the various rooms. Most of the rooms, you discover, are empty and neatly made up. Quietly, you tell yourself that even though most of these rooms are places of rest, they have not been used in a long time. Each of the rooms are unique, and tastefully decorated like the rest of the house. As you stand staring, a careful sound of feet tapping against wood floor catches your attention. You turn sharply, staring into the room, eyeing it. The sound disappears, and you are consumed by silence once more.



.Swallowing stiffly, you look across the room to the bedroom there. This room is different, you can tell. Something inside you aches for you to go closer, and to take a look. As you grip the railing at the stairway, the footsteps come to your hearing once again. Now what, you ask yourself. This is your time to turn and run, or does your curiousity still grip you? Suddenly you are reminded of the chilling stories about people who have come here, and never returned. Staring forward at the room, you know you must decide.†

Back down the stairs?
Into the bedroom?