The door swings open. You flash your light around and step inside, causing dust to rise around your feet. The room seems empty, and you almost turn away in disappointment when you notice a fireplace and two candlesticks attached to the wall next to it. You suddenly feel excited; you’ve seen people in movie pull down similar candlesticks and reveal a secret passageway. You march towards it without a second thought and pull the candlestick towards the right. You immediately hear the loud sound of rusty gears shifting into gear and you rub your hands excitedly.
A trapdoor opens before the fireplace and you see a staircase leading downstairs. You hesitate only a moment before going down and thank your lucky stars that you’ve inherited your father’s reckless bravery. You soon find yourself in a basement, and as you flash your light around you pick out crates, trunks, cupboard, some objects covered with dusty sheets… you decide to pull the one off the nearest object, and the cloud of dust subsides you realise you’re looking at an armchair. Though there was someone in that armchair.
You back away as the skeleton starts to rise to its feet. You want to scream but no sounds comes out. You turn on your heels and run for the staircase, accidentally dropping your flashlight as you do. You plunge into total darkness and your foot catches onto something, causing you to crash loudly to the floor. You wince as pain shoots up your leg, but nevertheless try to pull yourself up, but that’s when you feel someone running a bony finger across your back, and someone’s rancid breath blowing into your face.
“Welcome to hell, poppet.”