GHOST HOUSE

You enter the kitchen.

There is something seriously wrong here.

The counters seem to stretch on into infinity, forcing you into a single narrow pathway. Endless pots and pans hang over the counters, rattling and clanging together gently. The sound puts you on edge. You realize that you can’t see the other end of the kitchen, as it fades into darkness.

You’ve hardly stepped into the room when you encounter somebody.