He grabbed my arm and pulled me with him up the stairs. His mood has completely changed, just like that. He went from wondering if I was trespassing to being happy to have someone to talk to. It completely threw me off, and I wasn’t sure if I still needed to be on guard with him or not. His enthusiasm seemed almost child-like, but the quick change of his mood made me doubtful.
He opened the first door on the right and let go of my arm. The first floor was nothing like the ground floor. This place didn’t look abandoned or infested with scary spiders, it was cozy and well taken care of. The walls were actually painted a pastel yellow, rather than decay turning it that way, but there were swirly white accent marks on the walls too. In the middle of the room was a circular table, which was co
