At the sound of creaking wood, you spin to face the hall you came from. Everything looks as it was, and yet you cannot shake the feeling that things are subtly different. Letting out a held breath, you resume your investigation, only to find the furniture in your room settling into place, like children playing a game of musical chairs. A slimy tentacle retreats between a gap in the wood. The rumors regarding Hemlock House were only half right. There is something living within its walls. But it is something far worse than you could have imagined.

The house groans and creaks, as though it is still settling. Movement stirs in the corner of your eye: the floor itself ripples like water as something moves beneath the creaking old boards.

Tumultuous rain pelts the roof of the house. The sky outside is swathed in dark clouds, illuminated only by brief flashes of light in the distance. Your skin crawls as the groans and creaks are muffled by the roar of thunder and the downpour crashing against the windows. Just then, bright light floods the room, and a resounding crack booms from the top floor of the house. The smell of burning wood drifts down into the halls. Lightning has struck the house!

Wood cracks and splinters as the walls press in around you. Furniture topples, making way for more of the creature's slithering tentacles. They wrap around your limbs and pin you to the floor as the ceiling descends, warped and contorted. It is a pulsating organ, a stomach devouring its meal. Wood, caulk, and plaster enclose you as the house's rumblings dissolve into muffled gnashing. Your senses are flooded with a surge of adrenaline, and you shake out of the thing's grip. Head pounding, you sprint out of the house as its doors slam open and shut like hungry mouths.