hellish place

*The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the [[unknown->entrance]].* -H.P. Lovecraft

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/closeddoor.gif" alt="open"> Open the [[door->start]].

You are in a room with a [wood floor]<c1|, [stairs]<c2| to your right, a [doorway]<c3| to your left, and a [doorway]<c4| ahead. (click: ?c1)[You see the handle to a trap door. [[Open->cellar]] the door?] (click: ?c2)[The stairs are old and sunken. Go [[upstairs]]?] (click: ?c3)[This leads to the [[kitchen]].] (click: ?c4)[This leads to the [[living room]].] [[Leave]] the house

You descend the stairs. (live: 2s)[Each step creaks louder than the last] (live: 4s)[The darkness is oppressive] (live: 6s)[Even with your light you cannot see] (live: 8s)[You hear a faint crinkling sound] (live: 10s)[You reach the bottom. At your feet is a [note]<c1|.] (click: ?c1)[<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/np1.png"> return [[upstairs->start]] ]

The kitchen is small and rectangular with black and white tile floor. To your left is a deep double [[sink]] overflowing with dirty dishes. Water pools to overflowing on both sides and the fetid stink of stagnant water and pestilence permeates the room. To your right is a what was once a dining room [[table]] with chairs now strewn with cobwebs and dust. Flies buzz intermittently searching for scraps long decayed. Ahead of your lays the refrigerator, stove, and a [[door->backyard]] leading to the backyard. Return to the [[entrance->start]]?

The living room is filled with [[cabinets]] stuffed with trinkets, two large worn [[couches]] sagging from years of use, a [[cieling fan]] home to piles of dust and cobweb, and a [[fireplace]] overflowing with ash. Return to the [[entrance->start]].

You [plunge]<c1| your hand into the fetid water. (click: ?c1)[Your hand is now covered in slime. Go [[back->kitchen]]]

As you look for anything useful [flies]<c1| buzz around you. (click: ?c1)[<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/fly1.gif"> Go [[back->kitchen]].]

The door is locked. You hear strange noises [[behind->start]] you.

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/cabinet.gif"> You search the [cabinet]<c1| for anything useful. (click: ?c1)[Between two hideous and disfigured dolls you feel something. Do you [[touch->straight blade]] it?]

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/creepycouch.gif" align="center"> The couches are in disrepair, stained black and red and tan, with their pillow and back-support no longer present. [[Return->start]]

The distorted cobwebbed cieling fan shifits slightly as you make your way [towards]<c1| a stepstool. (click: ?c1)[You climb atop the stepstool and begin sifting through the dust to find anything useful. You hear a great rumbling beneath you and cling tightly to the fan. As you open your eyes to evaluate the situation, you see that the wooden floor is gone and has been replaced with [[foul, sucking blackness->2]].]

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/fireplace.gif"> The fireplace is old and dusty revealing the age of the construct. You light a fire for light and warmth. As the room illuminates you notice strange [[pictues->picture room]] hanging on the walls.

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/download.png" align="center"> [[Restart->1]]

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/budget_razors.png" align="left"> You [cut]<cut| your hand on the straight edge you find in the back of the cabinet. <img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/budget_razors.gif" align="right"> (click: ?cut)[The blade is rusted and covered with dirt and blood, some of which is most definitely not yours; neither are the sound of [[footsteps]] behind you.]

A hand wraps around your mouth and an arm covers your neck. You struggle, but the [inhalant]<1| on the rag soon takes effect. (click: ?1)[You awaken in a room bound with tape at the mouth, ankles, and wrists. You finally manage to [stand]<2|.] (click: ?2)[After taking in the surrounding furniture, floor, and disorganization, you assume you must be in another room of the house. There is a [[door->upstairs]] a few feet ahead of you.]

You cling for your life on the body of the fan. You begin screaming out of frustration and hopelessness. Then you scream pure terror as you look below and see the inhabitants twinkling eyes [void]<c|. (click: ?c)[Your head is assaulted with the unknown and the infathomable and you begin to throw up. Try as you might to hold on you lose your grip. You fall gently into the yawning void where the strange, bright eyed [[beasts->death]] are anxiously awaiting.]

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/portraitwalls.gif"> You investigate the strange art arranged on the opposite wall; visions of surrealist terror, abstract portraits of genderless ethereal visages, and strange biblical scenes immortalized in the anguish of the characters. One painting in particular looks to have been moved recently. Do you [[investigate->behind painting]] the painting?

A giant mass of bones are stacked in the middle of the room. Your [head]<1| begins to throb. (click: ?1)[You are assaulted with involuntary visions and the echos of hundreds of people screaming. [[Leave->upstairs]] the bedroom?]

The room is small and sparcely decorated. A mirror hangs on the right wall next to a very outdated calendar. There is a [writing desk]<1| to the left and centered against the back wall is a child's [bed]<2|. (click: ?1)[There is a [[diary]] on the writing desk.] (click: ?2)[<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/dust-under-the-bed-some.jpg" align="right"> Beneath the bed is a [[metal box]] engraved with strange angular inscriptions.]

The shamblings within this room that used to be a full bathroom are hardly recognizable. To your left is the sink, and above that a [[mirror]].

This room is very large and sparsely furnished. A large bed is in the right corner jusxtaposed to a dresser to your left with a stack of [paperwork]<1| on top. (click: ?1)[There are several drawings of mazes here with titles like "Behind the living room" and "The hole outside". Go [[back->upstairs]].]

You are in a maze. [[north->n1]] [[south->s1]] [[east->e1]] [[west->w1]]

(live: 2s)[<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/mirror.gif">] (live: 4s)[The air becomes stifling and oppressive as the distressed signals appears on the glass. You feel drawn towards the [[mirror->inside]].]

The door slams shut behind you as you stare at the changing mirror. <img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/mirrorghost.gif"> [[RUN!]]

(click: ?1)[<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/door.gif" align="center">] You open the [door]<1| and race through it. (click: ?1)[You immediately become aware that you are not in the [[house->hallway]] you were in before.]

Beneath your feet you see a trap door. Once opened, it reveals a steep staircase made of stone that leads down too far for you to see. Do you [[descend->stonestairs]]?

<img src="https://plebiantrash.neocities.org/house_images/imageedit_7_2338101487.gif" align="center"> After several hours of walking ever downward, the disorientation and nonsense of a never ending hallway followed by a never ending stairwell begins to take its toll on your senses. You are dehydrated, hungry, and exhausted. You finally find a door. Not only does it open, but it is warm inside. You see a fine dust begin to rise off the floor and you realize the room is moving. The dust sends you into a coughing fit and it isn't long until you [[lose->maze]] conciousness.

Behind the painting you feel a [switch]<1| (click: ?1)[The wall gives way into a new room the size a large closet. Once you cross the threshold, the wall seals itself and a fine dust begins to rise off the floor. The room you are in is moving. The dust makes you choke and before long you [[lose->maze]] conciousness.]

You [open]<1| the diary. (click: ?1)[Entry 1: New home, new diary. The previous parts of my life have been immortalized in parchment and binding each recounting serving as a chapter in my life. I am almost a woman grown and recieve plenty chastisement for my childish obsession with documentation of the mundane. Perhaps this chapter of my life will finally break from the typical and I can receieve warranted recognition for my recanting of events. [Read]<2| the next entry?] (click: ?2)[Entry 2: I have been preoccupied with adjustment to this new life. Father has tried without luck to barter with the neighbors. It was truly foolish of my parents to sell the cow as part of the price of this place. Mother insists I should be grateful, for it was either I or the cow. Mother also insists the cellar trapped her inside for a full day while I was with father. [Read]<3| the next entry?] (click: ?3)[Entry 3: My brother Thomas has run away it seems and I see no fault in his decision. We are begining to run short of this season's supplies and soon we will be digging into the salted meat and grain set aside for winter. Father has stopped speaking with the neighbors and going into town; it seems he has accepted his utter and total rejection from this community. He spends his days in solitude within his bedroom. Only mother and I continue to to keep faith that we can survive in this strange place. [Read]<4| the next entry?] (click: ?4)[Entry 4: We found Thomas' body in cellar even though we have no idea how it got there, nor how Thomas died. I recall mother's unease about being down there and while I know that there is no reason to believe a connection between the two events, I still am uneasy to be in this house. Father has stopped speaking and eating. We fear we will lose him too. [Read]<5| the next entry?] (click: ?5)[Entry 5: I have been keeping this diary in my bodice so as to record the strange occurences that have intensified since the discovering of my brother's body and the subsequent suicide (?) of my father: liquid oozing from the stairs my brother's former bedroom reeks continuously of rotting meat mother seized into a rigid paralysis and floated a full 3 inches off the floor for 5 minutes opened the door to father and mother's bedroom and was in a field? could be hallucations from the house or grief sounds of horses hooves racing, when downstairs, upstairs and, when upstairs, downstairs glowing writing eminating from the walls [Read]<6| the final entry?] (click: ?6)[Entry 5: I went into my bedroom that was not my bedroom. I cannot leave because the house took the door away, just like it took Thomas and father and mother. I assume I will be next. The futility of my circumstance has lent itself to rumination and despair. No one will read this and even if they do, it will already be too late. I look forward to my end wherein I will be with my family once more. [[Return->bedroom2]] to the bedroom.]

You open the box to reveal a blinding light. (live: 3s)[You hear] (live: 4s)[chanting] (live: 5s)[in a strange tongue] (live: 6s)[*hi tdnorat dweram*] (live: 7s)[*noralat yd hi tdniri*] (live: 8s)[*rgiarref not hu*] (live: 9s)[*otd blahwelarinti*] (live: 11s)[You grab your head to alleviate the excruciating pain the chanting is causing; whether it is the words themselves or the hellish drone in which you hear them you feel sick and weak. You stagger towards the door but [[faint->maze]] just inches away.]

There is a wall in front of you. [[east->n-e2]] [[west->n-w2]] [[south->maze]]

You cannot go further south. [[west->s-w1]] [[north->maze]] [[east->e-s1]]

[[south->e-s1]] [[north->e-n1]] [[west->maze]] [[east->e-e1]]

[[north->n-s1]] [[south->w-s1]] [[east->maze]] [[west->w-w1]]

There is a wall in front of you. [[north->n-n1]] [[west->n1]] [[south->n-s1]]

You cannot go further west. [[north->n-w3]] [[south->e-n1]] [[east->n1]]

You cannot go further this way. [[east->n-e2]]

You cannot go further. The way you came has been sealed. After a few hours you [[suffocate->death]].

You fall into a pit of [[blades->death]].

The [[minotaur->death]] finds you.

You hear a roaring behind you. You cannot go further north or south [[west->w-w2]] [[east->w1]]

[[north->n-w2]] [[south->e1]] [[west->e-nw]] [[east->e-ne]]

There is a cage in the northwest corner. It is empty. You cannot go further west. [[north->w-n1]] [[south->w-s1]] [[east->w-w1]]

You cannot go further south. [[west->s1]] [[north->e1]] [[east->e-se]]

You cannot go further this way. [[south->w-w2]] [[east->w-w1]]

You hear roaring ahead. [[west->w-s1]] [[east->s1]] [[north->w1]]

You cannot go further east. [[west->e1]] [[north->e-ne]] [[south->e-se]]

As soon as you enter the room spikes emerge from the [[floor->death]].

You cannot go further east or north. [[south->e-e1]] [[west->e-n1]]

You cannot go further south. [[north->e-e1]] [[west->e-s1]] [[east->e-ee]]

You see two doors ahead. Take the [[right->backyard]] door. Take the [[left->exit]] door.

A bright light fills your eyes and as they adjust you realize your are outside the house. You are in the street facing the house. You have survived. Do you [[re-enter->start]] the house?