She enters the house

Amanda shivered. Her clothes were getting all wet, and the cold temperature was getting hard to bear. Surely the owner of this house wouldn't mind if she took refuge there for an hour or two. But still, something about this old house in the middle of nowhere was giving her the creeps. In the end, she just shrugged her shoulders and ran towards it.

The inside of the house looked more cosy than the outside. A warm fireplace was heating the room, and Amanda took the opportunity to have a look at the surroundings. It looked strange. There were vials everywhere, as well as old books that looked like those you saw in fantasy movies. For a moment, Amanda almost wondered if she hadn't accidently arrived on a movie set.

The fire was still burning well, which meant the owner of the house, who was nowhere to be seen, probably hadn't left too long ago. He'd probably be back soon.

-Anyone here? she asked, just to be sure.

No one answered her, so she resumed her exploring of this strange house. On a coat rack, she saw a pointy hat, like one a witch would wear in a movie, as well as a black cloak and a broomstick leaning against the wall. This place was getting weirder and weirder, she thought.

She was about to look further into this place, but something strange happened.