The closest room

Leanne looked to the nearest room and, with a final glance back at the sinister clown, opened the door and stepped inside. She quickly closed it behind her and stood with her back hard against it. Listening closely for anything trying to follow her. There was a terrifying rattle of the door handle but nothing more. Leanne breathed a sigh of relief as all was quiet.

Then she noticed a soft moaning noise coming from inside the room. Nervously she walked further. The room was dark but the sounds seemed to be coming from the bed, where a lone figure writhed and thrashed. Groaning uncomfortably.

As Leanne neared she could see it was a sleeping old man. Cleary having a bad dream or something. She moved to sit next to him, hoping her presence could help comfort his nightmares. However, as she approached she became aware of another figure near the old man's head.

The long, dark hair indicated it was a woman, but from her clothes Leanne didn't think she was a member of staff. She was wearing a black cloak that covered most of her body including her head. The woman's face was in shadow. The only feature Leanne could make out was a long, jagged nose. Despite her apprehension, Leanne continued to move nearer. Until soon she could see the woman clearly.

She looked incredibly old and haggard. Even more so than the resident struggling restlessly on the bed. Her face was scared and her flesh a dark purple shade. Her eyes were most horrible of all. A vibrant yellow than stared at Leanne as she approached.

She was surprised the old woman remained silent, despite her intrusion. But then, as Leanne stood across the bed from her, the cloaked woman opened her mouth incredibly wide. Unleashing a terrifying scream that rendered Leanne faint. First her head span, then she staggered before finally collapsing on the bed next to the sleeping old man.

When she came to Leanne was shocked to find herself in a much changed environment. She was surrounded by dark, wintery trees. It appeared to be some kind of forest with no sign of life. The sky much darker than it had been when she last saw the outside. There was a bright moon, partially hidden by thick cloud, which provided the only light. However, the thick fog swirling all around her gave the area a disturbing creepy feel.

Leanne peered around her. There was a rudimentary track disappearing in either direction. No indication of where they led or even where she was. Rosefield Manor was nowhere in sight.