The staff were soon all lost to the House. Only the young gentleman remained. He never left the piano. He slept on the bench. He feared that the House would attack at any time. And it did. It confronted him at one o'clock in the morning, waking him from his sleep. It assaulted him at noon, breaking the tension at the height of the young gentleman’s wait. As a result of constantly being jolted awake and deprived of sleep the young gentleman’s psyche began to suffer harm. He started to smell succulent odors coming from the kitchen. His mouth would at times taste as if it was coated with blood. He started to feel a sharp shock whenever he touched the keys of his instrument. He began to hallucinate the forms of the other members of the House. They made attempts to encourage him at first, but as time went, on they began to criticize him for holding out this long. That did not last long before they began to disappear, until one phantom remained. The young gentleman did not recognise it. He never had cared enough to pay attention to the servants names or faces, but he was certain that he had never seen the remaining phantom outside of this illusion.

The figure was an astounding youthful girl with fair hair and skin much like the young gentleman’s. The most offsetting thing between the two were the apparition’s eyes. They were of an astoundingly dark gray. They were near enough to black to make it difficult to determine where her irises ended and her pupils began. Yet, the strangest thing about her was the emotion of her eyes. They appeared used to quick laughter and walking around with a smile that never fell. Now there was not a hint of joy to adorn her face. There was no expression at all.