Nope. Things remain ominously deserted.

Whoever was supposed to be waiting on their arrival remained absent--the Coleridges entered an abandoned mansion by themselves. "I'm amazed the door is unlocked," muttered Christine.

"I'm not," muttered Laura, glancing around at the cobweb bedecked hall. "This place is so fucking awful, you'd have to pay people to take things from it."

"Oh, you're just being mean," muttered Lucy, looking at a striking painting of a dark landscape.

Laura shook her head, and then noticed something glittering in the corner. She walked towards it, and then snorted. "Well, found the keys, mom." Half a dozen old-fashioned brass keys hung there in a little glass cabinet. "Man, how many locks does this place have?" Laura muttered, leaning in close. "Let's see... 'Front door key'... 'Back door key'... 'Ballroom key'... Well, now I know if we want to throw any balls we can..." A key with a large white tag caught her attention. She opened the cabinet and took it out. " 'Basement key'," she said, then glanced at the tag. 'DO NOT OPEN' it read, in large black letters.