It takes a bit of work to get the front door open. Once you manage to push it in, a cloud of dust rains down on you, causing you to cough and sneeze a few times. The house is clearly in a state of disrepair, but the furnishings are still there, as if the owners just got up and walked out.
LUKE
...Hello?
Despite the fact that you know nobody should be here, you call out nervously. Your voice's echo is the only response you get.
What are you doing here? Screw the bet. This place is clearly dangerous, and if something happens to you, there's no way you can get any help. It's not safe to be in here, the house is practically falling apart. You should turn right back around and head home, now.
This is your thought process until you hear distant crying.
It sounds like it's coming from upstairs.