Log cabin

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You take the steps up the porch and are strangely greeted by a wooden storage trunk. The wooden storage trunk blocked the front door, which assumed it was locked. You need to get inside, but as you try to think of a way to get inside a strange whisper appears to be calling out for you, coming from the wooden chest. How do you get in? [[Move the trunk]] [[Look under the rug]] [[Look at the rocking chair]] [[Peek what’s inside the trunk]]

[[Stairs]] [[Dining]] [[Kitchen]] [[Hallway]]

[[Kitchen]] [[Living room]] [[Back Porch]]

[[up]]

[[Long Hallway ]] [[Living room]] [[Dining]]

[[Long Hallway ]] [[Deck]]

[[Master bedroom]]

[[Hallway]]

[[Master bedroom]] [[Linen closet]]

[[Walking closet]] [[Bath]] [[Long Hallway ]]

[[Bath]]

[[Utility]] [[Woods]]

[[Dining]] [[Woods]]

[[Den]] [[Living room]] [[Bathroom]]

[[Utility]] [[Master bedroom]]

[[Hallway]]

[[up]] [[Down]]

After hours of traveling through the pouring rain, you stumbled upon an old cabin in the woods. It looked abandoned but was still oddly unkempt. There were overgrown weeds and bushes but the windows were unscratched. You would normally never trespass into a strange building but with the storm roaring in, you have no choice but to [[seek shelter|Porch]].

You try to use your strength to move the box. You shoved, kicked, pushed but it would not budge. You try a different [[solution]].

There’s a rug in front of the trunk. The chest was slightly on it but not enough to be an issue. You lift the rug in hopes of finding a key. Rather than being disappointed there was no key, you were taken aback by a rather large hole found under the rug. You can’t see anything inside which is strange for you should be able to see any signs of nature. Even stranger is that the hole is too big, the rug shouldn’t be laying flat and should have fallen through by now. Even though it leaves you with questions, there is still no key in sight. You need to find a different [[solution]].

On your right is an old wooden rocking chair with pillows cushioning the seat. Due to the storm, the pillows were soaking wet, you picked up the soaking pillow and upon touch you also can feel thick spiderwebs that must’ve covered the pillow before it rained. You looked on the seat where the pillow had been and to your luck, a pair of rustic gold keys lay. You picked up [[the keys|Found the keys]] and chucked the pillow as far away because that was really gross.

Due to your better judgement (or lack thereof) curiosity peeks your interests and gives in to the whispers. You try to open the lid… but it wouldn’t budge. The trunk appears to also be locked. Well even more of a reason to [[look for those keys|solution]].

What do you do? [[Move the trunk]] [[Look under the rug]] [[Look at the rocking chair]] [[Peek what’s inside the trunk]]

You finally found keys to the house, but there is also a second key, which you can guess goes to the mysterious trunk. A part of you is telling you, you shouldn’t open the trunk, there’s no reason to. Another part of you wants to give in to the whispers. No matter how conflicted you are, you still need to get in, so against your better judgement, you [[unlock the trunk]].

You finally unlocked the mysterious trunk with great hesitation and suspension. What you find inside appears to be nothing. A black void that can’t reach any sight. It’s too dark to make anything visible so you reach your hand inside. Right before your hand was engulfed by darkness, white bony claws reached and gripped your wrists so tights, it feels like your bones are about to be crushed and never before your eyes, you see ghostly white face with piercing blood red eyes staring down into your soul, and unnatural smile itch further than to the cheeks. The hair white and thin like spider silk, engulfing your vision whole. It feels as if you are staring death in the face, your breath taken away from you, your choking up and [[…|Ghost introduction]]