Basement

Looking around in the dim light coming through the window you entered you can make out that you're in a basement. From what you can see there are several boxes and piles of junk scattered about, but no effective place to hide, and nothing obvious to use as a weapon.

As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you can see stairs leading up at the far end of the basement. Biting your lip you walk to them, glancing over your shoulder at the window you entered through, fearful that you will see Jack pulling it up and coming after you.

Ten feet from the stairs you step on some boards which give hollow, echoing sound. Looking down you see you're standing on a trap door with a ring handle at one side. Your frightened eyes flicker between the stairs and the trap door, trying to decide.

As your frantic mind races, you hear a voice calling in the distance, calling your name. Jack's voice.

"Lisa! Lisa, come out and play!"