Haunted House (Toxicity)

This was not turning out as she had hoped. The corpse was older and more wrenched than Tox had imagined. Eventually, her wits gave out and she vomited across the room. She decided enough of that room and left, finding herself tumbling into another room, down some stairs. The darkness was consuming, suffocating. Toxicity tried to throw off the feeling, but it sunk into her coat, sticky and thick as if someone had poured the very atmosphere over herself. The voice came back. It was stronger now. She could do this, she thought. Maybe... She hadn't been very successful so far, but with one last hurrah, Toxicity set about trying to save them.