Ceilings dropped a musty smell down over me, filling the room. A creaking door from upstairs opens and I hear footsteps patter across the floorboards above. Stained glass windows cascade their light into the room painfully. My teeth chatter together unpleasantly; I am not sure what I can do. Then, in the corners of the room, on the floorboards, puddles of dampness begin writhing and roiling soundlessly-something is wrong.