Haunted House (Mikko)

Anyone in their right mind might have turned away at the sight of this strange monolith, but Mikko hardly blinked as he continued through an open front door and into the mansion. Fear and disgust were just two emotions to which he'd grown numb, even as his paws led him through thick layers of dust and dirt and left a sandy film between his toes, but this time there was something beyond this numbness that kept him moving forward. For whatever reason, he felt a pull, one that led him slowly, carefully, up a flight of stairs--which he might have considered smart by design if not for the way the steps threatened to snap under his weight. Nonetheless, he persisted until he found himself on the second story and in front of yet another door. Behind it, something rattled, surely the thing that had been tugging at him. He approached.

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