Dead end... kid.

As you stand in the threshold of the vault, the torchlight flickers and dances on the dusty, cobwebbed walls. You can't shake off the distant echoes of whispers and footsteps in the corridors. But you find solace in the fact that you're finally this close to finding Beebe, refusing to let go until the very end. Steeling your nerves, you enter the darkness of the vault, achieving the impossible, knowing that whatever truths await, you'll face them fearlessly.

The expansive vault seems to stretch into infinity, and amidst the shadows, you spot something small and familiar - Beebe's jersey, hanging limply on a rusted chain. The realization sets in that your friend was here, that he too may have uncovered the secrets held in this place. A feeling of déjà vu washes over you as you realize that perhaps Beebe never really disappeared, but only ventured deeper than you could have ever imagined, leaving behind hints on this eerie journey for you to find.

Ancient lost treasure of the Addison family, and laying in the middle of them is a small crumbled figure. Walking over to kneel down to look at the skeleton, clad in your new friends clothing only it is dust covered. "Beebe…" You **** in a trembling voice… even as you hear the massive vault door swing closed and lock behind you. Leaping up you rush over screaming and beating against the foot thick steel door…

"It's no use… on one can hear you in here…" Beebe's soft voice explained, as you spin around shocked to see the young lad standing there glowing… "I've been so lonely… for so long. I'm glad you have you here with me now!"

You mumble in amazement: "But how?!... I saw you there... And you looked different..."

The voice of Beebe exudes melancholy: "My body is always here... But I have abilities... It's hard to explain... It's like an instinct for me... I sometimes... I can sometimes project my image for a short time... Only in certain places of the mansion... I am either ignored or feared... I rarely even get to talk to anyone..."

This...

This is something shockingly strange and unnatural...

All this provokes the emergence in your mind of old memories of scary stories heard in the past...

Legends of cursed ghosts...

Emitting a light bluish glow, a translucent substance, in the outlines of which you can see the silhouette of a small child's body... a "creature" with a pixie face...

Beebe...

Now you see its true form...

Instead of normal flesh, some kind of amorphous translucent, emitting a faint bluish glow mass….

Your heart races as you take in the sight of Beebe's glowing figure, a mix of fear, relief, and disbelief coursing through your veins. "Beebe? How… how is this possible?" You stammer, struggling to comprehend his presence in this eerie, ghostly form.

Beebe smiles sadly, "It's a long story, my friend. The mansion has a history, a dark one filled with secrets and curses. When I stumbled upon this vault, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. The curse… it took me, trapped me in this between-life state." He explained, waving a hand at the glowing surroundings.

"But you… you broke the curse. By entering this vault, you released me from my torment. I won't be able to leave this ghostly state, but at least I'm not alone anymore." Beebe's eyes filled with gratitude as he spoke.

You want to reach out and touch him, to ensure this isn't some cruel trick, but you hesitate, unsure if your touch would even be felt. "Beebe… I'm sorry we got involved in this, but I'm glad you're not stuck here forever." You say, feeling a mixture of sorrow and relief.

Beebe's spiritual form glows brighter at your words. "Thank you, my friend. We may not be able to change the past, but we can make the most of our future." It doesn't look like you have much of a future, trapped in this hidden and forgotten vault that has Beebe's tomb for centuries. Looking around you realize that it will be your tomb as well, because there is no way out of this place...

You desperately pound your fists on the door, screaming shrilly: “AAH!!! Help me! At least someone!!! I want to live!!! I don’t want…”

The quiet whisper of Beebe sounds extremely close: “Don’t scream… It’s okay… We will be friends… Our friendship will be forever…”

As if he leaned over your ear…

Considering his small stature, this… this seems incredible.

In the periphery of your vision, you notice an increase in the size of this amorphous, translucent silhouette emitting a faint bluish glow.

Before you have time to react, this amorphous, translucent, faint bluish glow substance touches your body.

A multitude of these unnatural appendages dig into your skin, squeeze your throat, wrap around your arms…

The hellish pain could make you scream even louder.

However, your whole body is seized by a strange paralysis. You cannot make sounds or move. Your body no longer obeys you...

With particular zeal, the bluish glowing substance fills your eye sockets, ear holes, mouth...

The effect of contact is simply... terrifying.

Your flesh simply... slowly dissolves from contact with the appendages of this... "creature".

Soon, only your skeleton in pitiful scraps of clothing remains on the floor of this dark underground room.

Now there are two skeletons lying on the floor.

The limp remnants of your crippled consciousness somehow mystically remain inside what can be called the "body of Beebe".

A toy for a cruel child that will entertain him for centuries...

The result is sad: your life is over.

Ahead is only an eternity of torment... you disappearance just one more mystery of Thornwood hall...