1 It's an old white colonial house. Five rooms: Living room, a bedroom,
2 kitchen, attic, basement.
4 For some backstory, the house is 300 years old and has been abandoned
5 since the early 1960s. It's surrounded by a wrought iron fence and the
6 yard is thoroughly overgrown, making getting in and out of the house
7 difficult. Most of the windows have been boarded up but one (which is
8 how the player got in.) That window seemed a little strange - It
9 clearly used to be boarded up, but the wood was splintered apart and
10 on the ground outside. Part of the window's metal frame was twisted
11 and bent outward, as if someone (or some THING) escaped. Despite the
12 house's very dilapidated condition it is clear that in its heyday it
13 was an exquisite home. The owners must have been extremely wealthy.
14 The house has a deep and dark history. It has many secrets, which are
15 not fully known (or even partially!)
18 At one time the living room was likely a gorgeous focal point of the
19 home, although now it appears as a macabre, dust-cloaked husk of what
20 it once was. During its heyday the owners, friends and family would
21 likely ensconce themselves in chairs made from hickory, ash and elm to
22 discuss the day with intermittent sips of brandy.
24 Forebodingly, a claw footed coffee table is overturned at the center
25 of the room, hinting at signs of what could have been a struggle.
26 Archaic, floral printed wallpaper reaches from the wall in peeling
27 strips and curtains hangs tattered, like overgrown fingernails. During
28 daytime, sporadic slashes of light struggle to make their way through
29 the overgrowth of flora and fauna outside. The daggers of light give
30 way to the image of strange stains on the wall and rug near the
31 overturned coffee table.
34 There is nary a piece of furniture in the quaintly sized bedroom save
35 for a collapse bed framed by a rusted headboard. Broken glass from a
36 now-unseen mirror is smattered over select parts of the hardwood floor
37 like collections of fatal breadcrumbs. The sparse nature of the room
38 lends focus to a large, stained butcher knife that lies near a cedar
39 closet, as if to relay a warning to anyone who has found entry into
40 the room. The stain caked on the blade has darkened to a deep, aged
41 brown, resembling dried blood.
44 The first thing you notice is the decomposed block of wood next to the
45 sink which looked as if it once served to hold variably sized
46 knives--was the butcher knife from the bedroom once holstered here?
47 Why was it removed and discarded in the bedroom? A fireplace is
48 located perpendicularly from the dust-caked kitchen island. Bricks
49 flank the fireplace's opening and yet another stain is splayed against
50 the bricks, making the fireplace's curved mouth appear the a black,
51 toothless scream. A confection of ashes occupy the fireplace, and a
52 poker hangs out that may have once been used to expedite the flame's
53 envelopment and stories and secrets.
56 The small attic with its low beams and triangular dimensions is made
57 even more claustrophobic by its smorgasbord of haphazardly placed
58 antiques, nicknacks, old photos and paintings. All these items are
59 seemingly fixed in place by an overlay of cobwebs, some barely visible
60 through the cottony blankets. Beneath one veil of cobwebs is a
61 painting framed by chipped, faded gold. The painting shows a man and a
62 woman (presumably husband and wife based on their disposition). The
63 man is classically handsome with dark features and a smile that is
64 contradicted by a sternly furrowed. Conversely, the woman is a
65 delicate wisp of a person, containing the soft, dainty features of a
66 fairy tale's ingenue, her eyes wide, cerulean and glimmering with
67 something enthralling yet nondescript--fear? A leather bound diary
68 with curled, yellowed pages is tucked almost invisibly behind one of
72 A precariously unstable collection of wooden slabs attempts to serve
73 as a staicase leading to the basement. Each step on one of these slabs
74 catalyzes an errant creek, a sound that could be synonymous with the
75 muffled, terrified screams of a young woman. No windows or opening
76 offering even a needlepoint of light. The beam of a flashlight is the
77 only possible was to pervade the inky blackness that envelops the
78 basement in obscurity. The absence of sight makes the dank smell of
79 mildew and mold more pronounced, choking all other senses. In one
80 area, a cement floor gives way to something more hollowed--a trap
81 door. The trap door leads to a crawl space that holds a myriad of
82 skeletal remains and tattered bits of paper.