You are brave, you chose the basement stairwell. I'm not going to lie, even I’m a bit afraid to narrate this story. Huh, did you hear that drip!, drip!, drip! What is that?
You open the door to the basement, and a gust of icy cold air hits you. It's dark down here. You'll have to feel your way.
I hope there are no spiders.
There are boxes piled from floor to ceiling. You touch the metal frame of some sort of torture contraption. But seriously, why does it have so many sharp edges?
There are definitely paintings or pictures or more phantom mirrors on the wall, but it's too dark to tell what they are. Do you feel like you are being watched?
An open box has what feels like masks, or dolls, or something else furry...?
Ah! You pull your hand back. Something in that box was moving.
"EEEEEK"
A rat rattles out of the box, across your shoes, and into the darkness.
That's it, there's no way out through the basement. I'm out of here, are you coming?