Ian exits his uncles' bedroom. He slowly goes forward, steel bar in one hand and flashlight on the other, each carefully measured step getting him closer and closer to the origin of the creaking sounds.Sublevel 102 wrote:No more items there?..
If so...
Ian: Carefully: exit the room, go to the corner of the edge of corridor, and peek what is to the right...
He stops at the corner of the hallway, takes a deep breath... and peeks to the right.
There is nothing... out of the ordinary in the hall. The sounds seem to come from the kitchen...
ShadowNiL wrote:Ian: It's time to confront the maker of those sounds. Get the steel bar ready, and remember to go for the eyes!
With his heart beating a mile a minute, Ian starts to walk towards the door. He thinks of going back to his room and wait until the day arrives... but it is too late to turn back now. Whatever is in there... he must confront it.
He is at the door now. He prepares his weapon...