You decide to be good and clean a spot for the parcel. . . after all you came all this way to deliver the parcel and not to leave it here would be ashamed.

So you pick up the bottle of cleaning solution that you knocked over in the process of discovering the trap door. And yet you still hear an inner voice talking to you, begging you to come to the trapped door.

You shrug it off quickly and block your mind...

Singing a song, you find a rag to clean with...

The voice is getting stronger in your head and you start to question your sanity, overcome by the feeling to run for the door out.

You're confident this is all a fib, so you strive down the hall back to clean a spot for the parcel...

Feeling responsible for your job, you walk down the hall to the dinning room. As you walk around the corner, you catch a glance of a red glowing lava lamp. Now the voices have turned into background and the glow of the lamp pulls you near. It's insanity, you know, but it's something you can't deny. Starting to think, you question if everything in the house has a life of it's own, waiting to capture yours.