Brian looked around.

It was quite dark inside the old house. He could make out a living room and a kitchen, all of which had old, dirty furniture.

He looked to his right, only to see a staircase.

It didn't look too sturdy, but Brian decided he wasn't going to find anything to bring back down here.

Brian slowly climbed the rotting wood steps. They wobbled and creaked beneath his feet, making him feel uneasy.

He eventually reached the top of the stairs.

At the top there was a long hall with several doors, most of them of which were wide open.

He heard something break, causing him to jump a bit.

"What the heck was that!?" He whisper-shouted, scared. What if he wasn't alone...!?

The noise had came from the door closest to him. It was one of the very few doors that were closed.

He slowly inched toward it, ready to run if there was something... Unpleasant... In there.

He gulped and reached for the doorknob.

His hand fell on top of the doorknob and he twisted it around.

Slowly the door creaked open.

He peeked in.

There was a broken vase on the floor next to a table.

But what had caused it to break...?