The inside is even more decrepit than the out, yet even more strange. Nothing was removed from the house when the occupants left, it would seem. Decaying furnishings and decorations lined the walls, dust and plaster coated carpet stretching out towards a grand staircase littered with the remains of a crystal chandelier that had long since fallen. An exploration of the kitchen would show a full assortment of molding, crumbling food stock tucked away in the pantry. The bones of a roast in a rusting pan on the counter. An open jar on it's side, flour spilled out to mix with the grey dust that caked almost every surface.