Haunted House (Calamity)

Calamity's eyes widened as she saw a panel slide open. There were more tricks to this place than she'd originally anticipated. Everything was so woefully unnatural about this place. Wasting no time, Calamity skittered down the stairs and into another room with her prize in her grasp. There were strange cabinets and hidey-holes around the place, but her eyes were naturally drawn to the dark platform in the center of the room. It was ornate and sturdy - clearly having withstood the test of time whereas the rest of the room had not. Calamity tilted her head to the side, then wrinkled her nose at the overwhelming smell of decay. Find me... Gulping, she leaped on to the table and leaned down to give it a cursory sniff. Oh. Oh no. It was putrid. The princess within her recoiled violently. Find me! Where would she hide in this place? She stepped around the corpse and leaped down, intent on searching the room again.