I pushed through the heavy door that led to the manor's inner corridors.
I wasn't ready for what I'd find: complete darkness.
The moment I pulled the door shut behind me, several lights snapped on automatically, blinding me for a second.
Small cold-white spotlights, fixed to the high ceiling, gradually lit up an enormous hallway.
Doors. So many doors on either side. And at the far end, a staircase leading to the upper floor.
My curiosity — that damned, ever-present curiosity — pushed me forward.
Just one look. Just to see.
I rested my hand on the brass handle of the first door.
- You know, - a voice said behind me, making me jump violently, - I don't think it's particularly polite to wander around someone else's property.
I spun around.
Stan was there. A few steps away from me.
