Jonathan's stomach was growling. The others were all in college, but Jonathan was still a high school senior. He felt as big as any of them, but the others treated him like a little kid. They went off helter skelter and told him to stay on this floor. They'd already checked out most of the floor, but their search had been cursory. The kitchen looked abandoned, but they hadn't opened any of the cupboards, so that was where Jonathan went.
He opened the kitchen door, and flashed his light around the old kitchen. There was an old wood burning stove against one wall, but in the not too distant past someone had added a Kelvinator Refrigerator before abandoning the mansion. Jonathan's ears perked up. He heard the whirr of an engine coming from the refrigerator. Could there be electricity still powering this old house? Jonathan turned the black bacalite knob and was startled to see when the antique ceiling fixture hummed and lit up. Dim orange incandescent bulbs provided a dim light to the kitchen. The power was probably for the caretaker, but from the looks of things the caretaker hadn't dusted in years. But if the fridge was running, maybe the caretaker kept it stocked with food.
Jonathan opened the fridge door, and a pale blue light came on inside. There was a red and yellow basket covered with a red checkered napkin, an unopened glass bottle of milk, several foil wrapped objects, and a box of baking soda.