The air crackles around him, warping and twisting and flooding the area with a feeling of wrongness. He shouldn't be here. He's not supposed to be here. Get out. Get out. Get OUT-

It's quiet. There is a foyer with a family portrait- a man and wife, and three children, alongside Rusty, when he was a much younger puppy. Beyond the foyer is a hallway with a door to a living room, the kitchen, and a reading room.

Beyond that, a flight of stairs.

What will you do, while the crackling air tries to force you out?