"Everything down here looks pretty old." Kurt picked up a conch from the table, blew off the dust, and examined it, but soon lost interest and picked up the oddly shaped metal puzzle cube instead.
Jules stood before the wedding dress, staring unblinkingly at the cat's-eye necklace. "This is so beautiful." With that, she reached out to take it off.
Dana remembered the strange one-way mirror in her room. "Maybe the people who installed the mirror left these here." She stopped before an exquisitely carved dressing table and picked up a book lying on it.
"Guys, I'm ordering you all to go upstairs and leave this godforsaken place," Martin warned again.
But no one paid him any attention. Even Nick reached out and opened a beautiful music box. Inside was a ballerina carved from ivory, very finely crafted. Dahlia would definitely like it.
What monster did this music box correspond to again? He racked his memory. It was probably something similar to the clown in It. Quite troublesome.
With some regret, Nick held the music box without any intention of winding it. Compared to disgusting, terrifying-looking zombie monsters, these elusive things that could genuinely drain your sanity were far harder to deal with.
Then he turned around and discovered that even Martin was standing before an old film projector, pulling out a length of film and examining it carefully against the light.
Everyone seemed caught up in some predestined choice. Just as Jules was about to put the necklace around her neck, Kurt was about to solve the puzzle cube, and Martin was already trying to load the film into the old projector, an exclamation from Dana interrupted them all.
"Guys, this looks like the diary of one of this house's original owners. Anna Faith Buckner. She was the family's