Getting to the top floor, the hallway greets you ominously with cracked floorboards and its lack of lighting. The wallpaper is torn and marks on the wall indicate where paintings may have hung. There are two doors on each side of the hall, flaking paint and standing high. Directly across the hall stands another door- the front door. Your heart drops, not wanting to enter the hall, but knowing you have no choice. You take off- running for the exit.