The Gallery
This is a vast ballroom that was surely once grand and overflowing with whimsy of all sorts. Currently, however, the floors are cracked and sinking, someting green and viscous drips from the ceiling, and the faint smell of taxidermy seeps into every breath you take.
Taped to the damp, mouldy, wallpapered wall of the room is a note that reads: "AWAITING PLANNING PERMISSIONS FROM GHOSTS."
#1
The almost imperceptible shuffling sound of thin paper against the gallery floor alerts you to a dark oak door in the wall to your left. Its wooden panels have seen better days, with scratches, scuff-marks and what appears to be the imprint of teeth acting as evidence of its many years of service. If you stare at it for too long it looks slightly shorter than you would expect for a door of such age and elegance.
At the bottom of the door, a folded piece of lined paper has been slipped under the crack. It is new, if only a little crumpled, and its contents are as follows...
