After thinking, you examined the pile of tools. In addition to the broken ones, there was a crowbar – you could easily break down the boards with it, as well as the doors. When you approached the hatch and tried to push it aside, you were surprised to find that it was completely unlocked. Whether someone tried to escape from home or they just forgot to lock him up – you couldn't say for sure. However, you need to go somewhere to continue the inspection of the house.
– go back and break the doors
– go down to the basement
Part 6 >| go back and break the doors |<
Approaching the tools, you pulled a scrap from the general pile. Unfortunately for you, he touched something and a white bone appeared in the light. You didn't touch it, just carefully examined it. Obviously, this is a bone of a fairly large animal, possibly legs. Completely gnawed, as if specially prepared by someone to intimidate guests. You wouldn't have given it much thought if it weren't for the furrows of strange cuts. It seemed that someone was wielding a knife on her, but could not sketch a decent pattern.
In any case, you preferred to leave everything as it is for now, and return to the door.
With an effort, you break into the boarded-up doors. You only need one more strong blow to open them. You understand that these actions are increasingly leading you towards too unpleasant events, but you intend to go further – after all, this is the only way you can understand what really happened here.
– entrance to the lobby
Part 7 >| go down to the basement |<
You opened the hatch with an effort, but only froze for a moment when you noticed a barely discernible dark spot. You tried to touch it, but it felt like a tree. The spot itself stretched from the hatch cover, along the edges of the entrance, slowly slipping away somewhere into the darkness. Still determined, you confidently step on the steps that lead down, although the fact of the strange spot still alerted you.
For a few moments you heard only the confident sound of your boots, until you went down to the basement, pausing somewhere in the middle of the stairs. You were strongly alerted by a barely discernible putrid smell of some kind of decomposition. You could call it sweet, but there were no exact examples with which you could associate it. Maybe it's a dead animal, maybe the waste of a strange substance that poisoned the soil in the garden, maybe something in between these facts, only in this darkness you could hardly distinguish the last steps and the floor. Everything that turned out to be on the sides of the basement is simply hidden in darkness.