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I entered the kitchen slowly and cautiously not knowing who or what I would encounter there.
I was a quaint little kitchen, noting out of the usual, countertops that encircled the kitchen area, the floors were madle
of a grey slate type block and an old fashioned stove and refrigerator sat on the east side of the room. An island sat in
the middle of the room, as I moved closer I could sense a very fowl smell, not sure of where it was coming from I walked around.
I noticed the door of the refrigerator was slightly opened, I opened it further to find some containers with some sort of
fleshy looking stuff in them, a jug filled with a blood red liquid sat on the top shelf and streams of a yellowish type
liquid flowed from the shelves, it was quite disgusting so I quickly closed the door after feeling ill to my stomach. I broke
out in a cold sweat and my hearing and vision became distant, I really needed to sit down. I made my way towards the oak table
that sat on the west wall. As I sat there I could hear footsteps walking about but nobody was there. pots began to clang and
dishes began to fly about, it was at that time I knew I had to get out of there so I got up from the table and moved towrds
a small doorway I noticed on the north wall of the kitchen. There was no door on it so I stuck my head through enough to see
where it lead, it lead to yet another staircase going downwards so I decided to take my chances and make my way down them.
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