Cough, Cough; it's a bit dusty in here.
Behind you, there are two stained glass windows on either side of locked French doors.
A fireplace is directly in front of you, although it looks more like a fire hazard with all the soot filling the hearth.
A wide oval mirror hangs above the mantle. Was that your imagination, a crack in the glass, or did you just see a movement in the reflection?
You shiver.
The grand piano to your right croaks out a low B flat minor.
No, No, No, maybe that was just your heart pounding.
Or maybe it’s time to skedaddle and find a way out of here.