Part 2: Escape
You flee from the downstairs kitchen back into the canning room. At the far end of the room, you see your salvation: there is light emanating from a grate in the ceiling. You squeeze through the grate in the ceiling of the cellar to emerge through a tiny door under the stairs into an ornately furnished house. What skeletons are lurking in these closets? You hear shuffling footsteps above…
The house creaks and moans all around you as if it were alive. What was that sound? And why is everything all around you glowing?
Even the door hinges emit an eerie radiance as if scanning your presence like sigils alerted to your intrusion. Their scanning presence reverberates like a hum in your mind, casting you as an outsider. The drone gets louder as you approach them, and the shuffling footsteps grow heavier, faster and more intentional above you. You dart out the door of the house into the unknown outside.