The windling corridors above the staircase seemed to move slightly, from left to right, and the proportions didn't seem quite right. I thought it maybe was because I felt a little dizzy after running, although I know today that it wasn't.

The hall was full of closed wooden doors with big glass doorknobs. The guest bedroom, furthest down the corridor was also closed. I can't remember anyone ever using it, it was just there for guests that never seemed to visit. Since no one ever went there anymore, I decided that I wouldn't get caught and turned the old doorknob.

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