Matt tiptoed as he approached the curved door. He reluctantly peeped inside Melton Manor. Hanging from the ceiling, there was a spider fighting its way down the shredded web. On the wall in front of him, it looked like a substance, seeping through the cracks of the chest of a painting. From behind the table, there seemed to be a rattle that was approaching. Matt felt like the floor was about to swallow him, he didn’t know what to expect.