"Wooooow...." Cara whispered. It was a priest hole, and looked as creepy and uninviting, but as safe as it must have looked when it was built. As she walked down a slightly scared but mainly excited shiver went through her. She wondered how many people had walked here, soldiers or men of the church who wanted to hide, had children lived here once and found this, hid here while somewhat amused and annoyed parents searched for them... She remembered a book she'd read once when a father had kidnapped his child and had hid it in a priest hole in an attempt to blackmail his wife. The diaries of Ann Frank... She slipped slightly on the damp stone steps and tumbled a little, grabbing onto the wall to keep herself upright. Her lamp went tumbling to the floor and went out plunging her into darkness and she sighed. "I should have known that would happen..." A cold draft blew through the tunnel. She shuddered again and took her phone put, activating the torch light on it. "And then there was light." She joked trying to keep her spirits up before continuing walking.

At the end of the tunnel she sighed. Nothing had happened, nothing except grazing her arm on the wall and nearly falling down the steps but she was alive. She'd half expected them all to crumble beneath her and send her through a portal to hell with the crazy things that had been happening so far in this house. With a startling jolt she realised that all the visions, scratchings, callings, it had all happened within only twenty four hours. 'OK. Stop thinking about that.' She thought as the darkened corridor suddenly took on a whole different, much more sinister meaning. She wished she hadn't been so stupid and adventurous, and got a proper torch...

The corridor came to an abrupt end in front of her as she saw a door. She blinked. This hadn't been on the original designs... And the corridor had ended a lot earlier than it was meant too. She frowned slowly. What was this? Why would someone just plant a door in the middle of a priest hole. It was stupid. She slowly shone the torch all over the door. There weren't any markings on it, just a blank door. But it was heavy wood, it looked like it weighed a ton. Oak, or maple maybe, almost impossible to move. The lock was a heavy intricately woven black metal and a bolt, covered with a heavy duty padlock on their, rusted a fair bit from age but still as strong as it ever was. 'It's hiding something...' She realised slowly. 'That's the only reason why anyone would plant such a strong door here.' As her torch glanced across the bottom of the door frame she stopped and knelt down slowly. There was something on the wood...

She rubbed her hand over the dust that had accumulated and was met with thick grooves carved deeply into the wood. It was a triangle, with a line striking through it about half way horizontally and on a slight slope. On one end of the line there was a circle. The symbol as a whole was tiny, about the size of her thumb lengthways and height wise and was put right in the lower right hand corner of the thickset door frame. It was no symbol she recognised, no cult like insignia, no free mason all-seeing eye. 'I've been reading far too much Dan Brown...' She realised making a face. 'Well, at least I don't believe in it.' She stood up slowly and closed her eyes. That... Was weird. Some stupid kid probably broke in and came down here, making his own little mark. Similar to 'I woz ere '09 ' or something similar. Kids were evil. Her poor uncle who was ridden to a wheel chair and they still probably terrified him in his sleep by breaking in here. She shook her head and reached out holding the padlock lightly. That wouldn't just tug free. She let it drop from her hand and instead took a hold of the handle of the bolt intending to give it a rattle... And she gasped. Her hand scalded as if being burnt by hot water. She could here a light hissing noise as if her skin was burning right off, and she could smell the scent of charred flesh and her wrists were burning. She felt fingers scrape down her cheek and leave burning trails down them... She yanked herself back and fled up the stairs as she heard an agonised cry scream in her mind and ears, only to hear her making a similar wail as she bolted out into the living room and slammed into the living room the door swinging shut on its own accord.

Once she was out of there she sank onto the sofa and started crying hysterically. She had no idea what had happened, no clue why the first place she'd ever really had seemed to be possessed by some sort of satanic demon. She jumped and screamed when she heard a smashing sound right next to her, before realising that she'd knocked a glass off onto the floor in her hysteria. She looked at her wrists and gave a choked sob and scream. There were burning welts all around them, circling them like chains. She turned her hands over hyperventilating and saw large ripped holes in her palms and panicking ran to the mirror and saw three smeared red marks down her left cheek bone, bright red. She staggered back horrified as she tried to breathe... Her throat was closing up her lungs were burning... Everything was burning, it all hurt so bad...

She fell over the coffee table and cracked her head off the hard wood floor, yelling in pain. She lay there for a moment pain dancing at the back of her head and for a moment she thought she was going to black out, but she didn't somehow. After 15 minutes or so her head started to throb angrily but the world stopped spinning. She sat up slowly groaning and holding her head slightly.
"Ahhh..." Her eyes glanced shakily at her wrist feeling as though she was going to be sick... There was nothing there. She blinked and rubbed her eyes slowly trying to keep her from thinking she'd loose her mind. She looked again, still nothing. She stared at her palm and walked over to the mirror. There were no marks anywhere on her body, apart from the lump that was forming on her head.
"I'm going crazy..." She muttered. "I... I need to lie down."