You decide to open the door slowly...
Inside the house, all is still. You walk across the doorway, and are
again set with the feeling that something isn't right. A rough wooden
floor creaks as you walk across it.
There are two windows, open to the outside. A doorway leads further
into the house.
The room is sparsely furnished, with a single short bench and a small
wooden table.
There is a large wicker basket against the opposite wall. It has a
wicker lid.
The latch raises with difficulty; it hasn't been used in a while. The
door pops when you start opening it, startling yourself. You laugh to
yourself and slowly pull the door open, bravely preparing for whatever
should happen.
