Betrayal at House on the Hill 2
 

The heavy oak doors slam shut with a deafening bang, followed by the sound of bolts falling into place. The gas lights in the entrance hall flicker to life with a muffled sound of ignition the chain lighting of the lights moves down the sconces int the Foyer and onto the grand staircase. A wind howls outside, it is a sound that chills you to your soul. Your heart pounds in you chest. There are others here with you, some you recognize others you don't. there is but one choice. If you are to leave this house alive it won't be through the front door.

The loud thunder outside sounds like bombs as the strikes are so close there is almost no time between the streaks of lightning and the boom. the house shakes from the sound. You can hear the pounding rain hit the roof and windows.

"Hmm... well, I think we are in a bit of a pickle here chaps. What are our options?"

The man who spoke was elderly, in his fifties. He was rather old but had the sophisticated look about him. Professor Longfellow turned to the oddly assorted group.

"Which way do we go?"

Jenny, a college age student, put her right hand alongside her chin on the left side. In her left hand she had a notepad and a pen, and these she slapped against her leg while she thought. "I don't know teach, but somebody seems to want us to go up the stairs, so I'm going to try that." As she moved towards the steps, she scribbled into her notepad |Door slammed. Lights moved.|

She reviewed what she had already written about how she had gotten there, and nodded to herself. This could make a decent story for the paper when she got back to school. And if it turned out to be dissapointing, she could just embellish a little and submit it for the fiction section.

Darrin, having been dared into going into this old house, thought this was all some sort of joke being played by his friends. He thought the other people were just in here by chance, and maybe they were, but it just didn't sit right with him.

Following Jenny, Darrin went up the stairs to see what was up there.

To the left and the right of the entrance hall there are two doors, which is covered in dust. There are two marble busts on the right who seem to look at the door on that wall. the door is unremarkable as is the one across from it. A dingy red carpet runs rom the marble tiled entrance to the stair case. The doors in the foyer look like the ones in the entrance hall. on the right a grandfather clock ticks and tocks. The stairs are made of mahogony giving them an almost bloody appearance The lead up to the upper landing. The hard wood floor is cracked and groans under your weight you see places where the boards have broken. There are four doors, on in each of the four walls. A broken mirror lies in one corner.

Jenny spotted the mirror and walked over to it, tilting her head and writing down |Broken mirror. Why?| Before taking the westernmost door.

Jenny enters the research Laboratory. She flips the light switch and the flourescent lights blink on . the room is filthy and in dissarray. Broken test tubes and lab equipment everywhere. There are shelves of scientific publications and journals. Many are strewn on the floor with pages torn out.

the lights flicker and dim. Suddenly all the light in the house goes out at once. You all reach for your flashlights. However Jenny is stuck in the dark. her flashlight's bulb has burst. Jenny stands alone in the dark.

Jenny closed her eyes. Since she couldn't see anyway, this didn't do much, but it let her pretend that the lights weren't out. She took a couple of deep breaths until she was sure she was calm before she shouted out "Hey! Any of you guys mind if I stick with you!? My flashlight isn't working, and I'm hoping one of you doesn't mind sharing!"

Vivain was confused. Very confused. SHe had no idea how she came into this house and had no intention on staying.

The others decisive actions seemed the right choice, so she followed them.

Ok. We know nothing about this place. How do we even know that leads out? Alright. Check the other doors.

She saw were the others went and decided to take her own path. She took on the right side.

The gallery is dark and you see a balcony There is an over turned shelf and a broken bust of some philosopher. An antique coach sits by the balcony over looking the ballroom below. There is a crystal ball on the floor. The clouds in the crystal seem to move in the light of your flashlight.