The shrill beep of my alarm clock woke me at exactly 12:00 and I jumped out of bed. I had slept in my clothes, which were now wrinkled and slightly damp from the warmth of my bed. After a lot of prepping I slipped out into the cold night and ran down the empty streets towards the house. When I arrived I questioned whether I should knock on the door or just barge in, eventually I decided I should knock, just in case. So I knocked but no one answered the door. I waited for a few moments, then a few more, and finally I became impatient and barged through the door. "Hello?", I called into the silence of the house. I looked around and all I could see was a few pieces of old furniture with a large piece of white linen cloth draped over them. Other than that their was a few mothballs and the musky smell of mildew that still clung onto the walls.
Again I called out into the darkness, and again no one answered me. I searched around for a while and than I climbed the steep stairs to search the upstairs. I walked around and found two bedrooms with the same look as the down stairs living room and a study. I was just about to give up and admit to myself that this was just a normal house, when suddenly the floor boards beneath my feet gave out and I plunged into a deep hole of nothingness. I fell for what seemed like forever and finally I landed in an ungraceful heap on the concrete floor of the basement.