Basement

"Might as well start at the bottom." Mackenzie told herself as she crossed the foyer to the unsettling little door.

The hinges squealed in protest as Mackenzie pushed it open and descended the stairs. The wooden floorboards creaked with every step, and dust was thick everywhere the redhead looked. Whoever was behind this place had certainly put a lot of work into atmosphere, she mused.

The main floor of the basement was similar in layout to the foyer on the main floor. The doorways lacked actual doors, allowing for Mackenzie to gaze into each and get an idea of what was in store. One room seemed to contain wooden crates and covered furniture. Another on the wall opposite that was a dimly lit path where Mackenzie could just barely make out what looked like the entrance to a dungeon, and she could swear she heard something from that direction. The last doorway, however, was too dark to make out anything. Perhaps that was the idea? A room where you couldn't see anything, no way of knowing what might pop out?