Day One of Haunted House Investigation
The Castle Of 29 Floors
4:03 a.m.
I wake up in bedroom nine
There is someone humming in the kitchen.
My decision is to investigate.
But to bring a large ladle, too.
Just in case.
I walk down the stairs.
A stair creaks.
But that was probably just me.
I push open the door, which decides to creak too.
So much for stealth.
I raise the ladle, aand walk into the kitchen.
The humming stops.
I suck in my breath and revolve slowly, weapon raised high, looking for the culprit.
Drip.
A drop of water falls on my head.
Drip.
Another one.
Drip.
I look up, and theres nothing.
Drip.
Ach! Water in my face.
I retreat back up the stairs.
Water is an extremely effective deterrent.
7:32 a.m.
Decided to patrol halls.
Drip.
This is getting abnoxious.
Drip.
Still no sign of leakage.
Drip.
I decide to go upstairs, and see if there is something messing with plumbing.
Drip.
I head up staircase three. Return back down. Third, fifth, and eighth steps broken.
I make a note to patch those up.
Drip.
Locate correct staircase, and head to third floor bathroom.
Another inexplicable snatch of song.
Still alone.
Starting to get scared.
Reach the bathroom.
Door is locked. Won't open. In annoyance, I yell at the general direction of the door.
Door swings open. By now, I have a weird feeling in my stomach.
Hollow. Icy-cold.
Head into bathrooom. Very large.
Grand. But, like everything else here, decaying.
Three chipped sinks.
Lots of broken glass.
Only one mirror.
Cracked.
No sign of leakage or damage to plumbing.
Creak.
I turn around.
Door is closed.
Could it be the wind?
No windows.
Creak.
Slam.
Door opens and closes again.
I decide to return to my room7:35 a.m.
Return to bedroom nine goes smoothly and without incident.
Drip.
Longing thoughts of home...warm, safe home...
Drip
9:56 a.m.
Drip
I should probably do something about food.
Drip
curses.
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