Synopsis

Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight that pierced the boarded windows. A chill deeper than the autumn air settled in the grand hall, clinging to the faded tapestries and the scent of decay. They had sought adventure, a thrill in the crumbling edifice, but now the heavy oak door had slammed shut, sealing them within. Trapped. Audrey looked at Nathan, then at Duke, their faces pale in the gloom. The house held its breath, waiting.