A Rainbow Runs Red

Cade's actions seem almost psychic as the door tries to blow shut, getting caught on the rug. The wind makes a weird buzzing sound passing through that door and others unseen. Almost like the low buzz of a thousand strange reed instruments.

The coffee table moves easy enough, the sheet only getting caught under the leg for a moment. It's simple wood, but solid. At a glance it was made anywhere between 20 and 50 years ago.

The door doesn't bang like it's being shut necessarily. At least, not by an entity, so much as just the wind.

One thing is immediately not present in the closet. No guitar leaps out at you.

The box on the floor is present though, with the canvas green eye watching you as you search. As you recall, the box contains 3 old pieces of mail and a few dead flies. The same number, if you bother to count.

The rain is beginning to blow in the door at this point, though on this side of the room you're largely fine. It is a bit chilly with the door open like this. Perhaps the rain is bringing a cold front with it.

The beam of the flashlight hits the edge of the hall and stops. The light illuminates the doorway just fine, and doesn't appear to be hitting a wall (physical objects will pass just fine), but for some reason the light just...stops.

The bat indeed doesn't react to the hallway. As you pass in, the flashlight turns off completely and switching it on or off doesn't change this fact. Feeling along the hall is easy enough to navigate, though it is "dark as the inside of a skull." This phrase bubbles up in your mind unbidden as you pass through the hall.

Emerging from the hallway is a long room, with brick columns to the right and large raised windows past them on the right wall. The windows let in light, but there is utter darkness beyond them. You can't see the storm outside; you're not even sure you can still hear it.

Forward and to the left, the room eventually fades into darkness. The floorboards near the second column look like someone started to pry them up.

The boards are easy enough to pry up, but the hole under the floor curves away.

Listening closely you hear, tick...tick...tick...