Haunted House (Plague)
Shelby
10-28-2020, 12:46 PM
As he went forward up the stairs, he readjusted his path to the left side the stairs after feeling how they creaked, bowed, and leaned under his weight. At least to the left there was a bit of a railing that he could lean into and the wood seemed to be braced more properly along the edge. By the time he got to the top of the stairs he was wondering if perhaps this adventure was a poor choice, but he had come this far so decided to at least give a bit more time. Going back out into the dark forest didn't sound all that pleasant either. He pushed forward and walked into the first open space inside the mansion. The darkness and gloom only intensified once he was inside and the air was still - almost unnaturally so. It felt like he was walking into a time capsule or something that hadn't been disturbed in a very, very long time. He walked with slow, careful steps as he walked further into the den, every nerve on high alert. Plague eyed the doors around him, but after looking at the staircase once more he decided that it would be easier to search from top to bottom. At least that way if there was something upstairs it wouldn't be able to sneak up on him while he was looking around downstairs. He pushed forward despite his subconscious telling him he should probably turn back. These stairs were far more solid than the ones he encountered outside, but he decided to stay along the edge just in case - following the same logic he had before. When he reached the landing at the top of the stairs he scanned the area around him for a moment. His first instinct was to go for the room closest to him, but after attempting to nudge the door open with his shoulder he quickly realized it was no use. The gap he managed to open the door by revealed that the roof had collapsed in on the room and the debris were now blocking his path. He looked out into the night sky for a moment before pulling his head back out of the gap he had created. Moving forward down the hallway to his left, his emerald gaze glanced from door to door as he passed them, but he didn't stop to check each of them. There was an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach and he found himself lingering in the middle of the hallway rather than swaying to one side or another. His ears were perked forward and his hackles were bristled as he carefully moved forward - fully prepared to spring back and flee down the stairs again at a moments notice. A sound he couldn't quite identify caught his attention and made him freeze in place. His eyes shifted to the door that seemed to be concealing whatever it was and he inched forward again, moving toward it hesitantly. With a frown he stood a few feet away from the door, listening and trying to decipher what it could be. It was muffled too much to be able to tell and despite his heart beating with adrenaline and anxiety he allowed himself to move forward to check the door. |