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.