Upon entering the room, you feel a sense of "grief". You find yourself walking towards a dirty old table in the corner beside the bed. You pick up a picture of the familiar beautiful young bride you saw in the foyer. You wonder what could cause such a beautiful girl to be so sad, on what is considered to be a wonderful day?

The sounds you heard while in the library are getting louder. Chills shoot up your spine, as you spot a narrow door in the corner of the bedroom. Upon opening the door, you see stairs that apparently lead to where you didn't want to go when you were in the foyer. But, at this point, it's either that, or face what you heard behind you.

Take me upstairs.