A New Home in the Country

You run away from the doll, creeped out beyond measure. Its eyes kept crying blood like a poorly done Fark photoshop. The door slams behind you, and you hear angry laughter from within.

You hit yourself on the head. It all made sense... the mysterious inheritance, the creepy sagging, the dust, the furnishings, the photoshopped doll... this place is clearly haunted.

You make a beeline for the door but something is different about the house.