Joel continued down the house. It was surprising that it was so clean, let alone the electricity worked, for a house so old, and abandoned for so long. He did not stop. The cold chilled Joel to the bone. Continuing down the house, he turned to a door, with a room engraved on its surface. ‘Sauna and Pool.’ Joel shrugged. They had all night to find a room. If anything, a sauna would warm them up better than a fireplace.
Joel entered and was immediately emerged into a world of steam. He stammered, confused and staggered by the sudden change in climate. How is the room so steamy? The power couldn’t have been on for longer than ten minuets. He stammered again, the heat was nice, but a little too much.
The room was large, the tiled walls decorated with faded murals of what seemed to be times long gone, and creatures that only belonged in myth. There was also temple like pillars build into the foundation, as well as a corridor into what could only bee the change rooms, or at least that’s what Joel assumed. The steam curled over the crisp pool at the room of the room; Joel could not spot where the most was coming from. He sighed. It was getting hotter in here. He removed his rain coat and turned to the door. It was just to hot.
Joel frowned as the door nob would not turn. He tried again.
“Crap.” Joel hammered the door with his fist, the heat growing. His clothes felt constricting, irritating. If the heat got worse, they’d need to go. “Chris!? Can you here me?”
It was no use, Joel finally decided, tugging at his shirts collar. The heat was unbearable. What could be do?