A haunted looking young girl took me aside, asked me to help her brother, who was somewhere in the mansion. I wasn’t eager, but I went. It was gloomy, labyrinthine. We had split up, and I was navigating the basement. Inside some rooms I could perceive unspeakable horrors.
The boy was pursued by something. I finally caught a glimpse of him trapped in a kind of alcove, the room itself growing increasingly dim and smoky, blood seeping from the walls and forming obscene, threatening images. The boy cowered, could not speak. All color faded from the room, and then all light. I could hear low ripping sounds from within. Panicked, I left. I urged the girl to leave also. “I didn’t think it would be that bad,” I told her.