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ROOM 211: A very spooky haunted house
[And she was back at the base of the creaking porch steps again.
These were not the makings of a happy Caroline. Especially since she could swear she felt eyes on her, a creepy encroaching gaze that rose prickling on the back of her neck. Clearly the answer, or at least the way to get things done in here, was to march right up into the dark, ominous doorway, turning the knob on the door that was already ajar and enduring the classic complaint of the hinges. She's a little harder to kill now, after all; and a little harder to scare as a result.
And sure enough, there was someone waiting for her, somewhere around the sweep of the grand old stairs.]
These were not the makings of a happy Caroline. Especially since she could swear she felt eyes on her, a creepy encroaching gaze that rose prickling on the back of her neck. Clearly the answer, or at least the way to get things done in here, was to march right up into the dark, ominous doorway, turning the knob on the door that was already ajar and enduring the classic complaint of the hinges. She's a little harder to kill now, after all; and a little harder to scare as a result.
And sure enough, there was someone waiting for her, somewhere around the sweep of the grand old stairs.]