 As you walk up the dimly lit stairs your fingers find a moist substance on the handrail. Probably from a leak in the roof you think. Outside the storm has arrived and you hear pounding rain, wind, and thunder.
At the top of the stairs a long dark hallway runs in either direction. Hanging from the stair railings is a piece of material. It's a scarf. A flash of lightning reveals it is a brightly colored scarf. Another bolt of lightning shows a puddle of bright red blood dripping from the scarf onto the floor. Do you dare continue to explore this house? What will it be -- do you wish to investigate the hallway straight ahead, or the halls behind you? Perhaps you would like to wait for your host in his parlor? † Take me back to the Parlor! † I better go straight! † I choose the hallway behind me! Copyright © 1998-2013 M. Buck All Rights Reserved FRIGHTBYTES.COM - Home |