You quickly find that the inside of the mansion wasn’t any warmer than the outside as another chilling gust of air from seemingly nowhere chills your naked form from head to toe.
Alright that's it. You need to find something to wear before you die of hypothermia in....wherever the hell "here" is.
Immediately to the right of the entryway was a long, rotted oak staircase that loomed up into the darkness. You take one look around the long-abandoned foyer, trying not to breathe in the foul, dusty air. You still can't shake the feeling that you're being watched...
Unfortunately, that feeling only increases as you cautiously ascend the creaking, dilapidated stairs, looking out for any splinters that would puncture your bare feet. plastered on what seemed like every inch of the opposing wall were an array of paintings, mostly portraits of men, women and children, dressed in Victorian(?) era clothing. It sounds like an old horror movie cliché, but you couldn’t help but think that they were staring right at you as they passed by.
At last, you reach the top of the staircase and peer into the pitch-black hallway. You try a few of the doors and finally find one that slowly creaks open….
Stepping inside, you find yourself in a dimly lit bedroom, with a large king-sized bed, over which hangs an ornate chandelier. You briefly wonder how it was lit at all but then your eyes fall upon an equally embellished wardrobe.
You carefully approach, and with trembling hands, open it to find it filled with several different outfits…