You walk away from the house as fast as you can.  But the streets are winding and unfamiliar.  After a few minutes, you forget where you were going.

You are standing on a sidewalk in the bone-white beam of an LED streetlight.  You have no idea how you got here.  The air is rank and humid.  Before you, rising up like a ragged mountain, is a crumbling colonial mansion.

From inside the house, you hear a raspy voice calling your name.


If you decide to approach the house, turn to page 42.

If you try to flee, turn to page 3.