So you decide to check the box out, since you figure that coming this far into the house was going to be an issue or not. Taking a step towards the machine, you pull out the key as you smile hindishly.

Evil has struck your veins and infested inself in your brain. The person you once thought you knew, you didn't know at all. It's all a cloud of personality and your engadging into it.

You crouch beside the little box, then open it and gasp. It's a mini safe hidden in the side of their washing machine and the key works . . .

After you take the gold coins out and place them on the washing maching, you have problems closing the safe. It's made of rusted metal bolts and they don't line up properly.

You go to the laundry shoot and pick up a metal fireplace cleaning stick and close the safe. As you place the metal stick back where it came from, your pants snag on the laundry shoot. The old laundry shoot had point, rusted edges and a wide mouth. In the process of getting your leg free, you fall down the laundry shoot.

It's a basement and now you're in a pile of laundry, full of dust. You don't have time to question the dust and you didn't notice the scratch marks and fingerprints in the dust, either. Now the metal magnit has been turned on by someone and you have the gold coins in your pocket.

As it draws you close to where it is, you start digging in your pockets. It's situated above a grinder and your its bait. Unforuately you can't empty the second pocket in time to break the force and the grinder eats you up, like a Wooping Crane eats a fish.