They walked out of the house. But what actually happened was something far more different. They didn't reach out, instead Jude and Sara stepped cautiously into the main hall of the old house, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence that enveloped the space. The interior appeared much larger than the exterior had suggested, with towering ceilings and ornate but dilapidated furnishings that hinted at a bygone era of grandeur.
"This doesn't make sense, we broke out of the house and walked straight out. But now we are inside the house we just saw that was destroyed. It was morning time and now it's dark. What the hell is going on here?" Jude muttered, his brow furrowed as he surveyed their surroundings.
Sara's eyes darted around the hall, her senses on high alert. "Something isn't right, it's a strong spell or ritual I guess." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the faint sounds of creaking wood and distant whispers.
