Its all in the Cards.

The party climbs up the spiral stairs to the second floor. The light from Briar's lantern glows in the 2nd floor hallway, revealing that the five set of armor that were once standing in the hall have vanished.

The red spiral staircase ends on the dust covered 3rd floor. The 3rd floor is musty, dusty, and dank. The faint smell of death lingers in the air.
There are 3 doors and a larger double door.

Ascending the stairwell, Briar plops the hat upon her head only to find it sinking down to completely obscure her vision; her tiny head disappears entirely within the accessory and she lets out a disgruntled sigh. "Damnit," she mutters. Somewhere around the middle of the first flight of stairs, she flutters up to place the hat proudly on her paladin friend’s crown. She giggles and resumes the trek up the stairs.

Rounding the second floor and glancing back at the places they previously had searched, her expression drops towards despair when she notices the absent armor. She pushes on with the group nevertheless.

As the group comes close to reaching the top of the stairs, Briar stops dead in her tracks with four steps left remaining before the landing. "The armor," she breathes out with a tremor. Upon her shoulders, the leaves cease breathing and crystallize with ice as fear grips the fairy. "That’s what came after me last time." She hugs the railing banister like a child clings to a parents’ leg in search of safety. "What if they’re all up here now?"

Ashtar smiled at Alyria's new look with the hat. "If one must go out, it is best to go out in style."

At the top of the stairs, Ashtar stopped. "I picked doors the last few times. Someone else choose."

Alyria silently giggles at the little fairy's antics, making her smile wider than she probably should be in such an intense situation. At Ashtar's comment, she huffs. "I'm always looking my best, this is just the icing on the cake," she comments with a tip of the hat now on her head.

Seeing the distress of her friend, she gently coaxes her from the banister and encourages her to hide behind her. "It will be alright Bri, I won't let anything happen to you. You know that." Once her friend is calm and safe, she assesses the rest of the team before leading the way into the door with a metaphorical orange arrow painted on it.

Draped in dust and cobwebs, the elegantly appointed bedroom exudes a chilling aura. Double doors creak open, revealing a balcony shrouded in darkness, overlooking the desolate front of the house. Inside, the room holds only a large bed, two end tables, and an empty wardrobe, while a cracked mirror on the wall reflects distorted images of twisted ivy and decaying berries.

A ghostly specter, clad in a tattered gown that once spoke of elegance, sways facing away from the door. Her spectral arms cradle something unknown, and a haunting lullaby escapes her ethereal lips, sending shivers down the spine of any who dare to listen.
"In the dead of night when shadows creep,
Beneath the moon where nightmares seep,
Hush now, my child, don't make a peep,
For in the darkness, the spirits creep.

Close your eyes, my darling dear,
And don't you fret, don't show your fear,
For though the darkness may draw near,
Mother's love will always be here.

Through the veil where spirits roam,
We'll wander far from this haunted home,
But until then, my sweet, just know,
In Mother's arms, you're safe and whole."

A wave of melancholy washed over Ashtar as he watched the ghostly mother singing a lullaby to her babe. He walked cautiously into the room, keeping his eyes on her, and the cracked mirror in his peripheral, heading towards the doorway leading to the balcony.

Following tentatively and fearfully behind, Briar peeks from behind Alyria at the spectral scene playing out before them. She furrows her brow sadly, with a sense of longing, and watches the mother carefully. In an effort to find a potential familial link to the children that had drawn them into this awful home, she examines the woman’s face as she listens to the melancholy lullaby.

Without realizing she's doing the same thing as Briar, the Paladin closely looks at the woman's face, wondering if she matches the face of the woman from below.

Ashtar startled at the visages in the mirror. He had a love/hate relationship with mirrors, and couldn't help himself to peek at it as he walked by.

Ashtar carefully walks across to check out the balcony. On the way, he accidentally steps on a loose board.
The ghostly lady's eyes flash red, and she quickly turns and faces Ashtar. She glares at him as she continues her lullaby, rocking the bundle in her arms.

Ashtar stops rooted in place but looks away, in case her glare could affect him somehow.

Not quite sure of where the courage comes from, Briar steps out from behind her paladin friend and flutters up to be eye level with the spirit. Clasping her hands before her chest in a nervous fidget, her feet likewise cross at the ankles and she pulls her knees up ever so slightly. In this baby-like curl, she hovers like a swaddled infant sans blanket and speaks softly to the mother.

"We want to help," she says. "I am sorry you were hidden away, mama. I hope we can bring you peace." Rocking in time with the lullaby, Briar’s body lilts gently from side to side as she hovers on quietly humming wings.

Eye of the Storm did not want to find out what would happen if the specter got infuriated..
"Well.... I guess we found the baby. Seems it's in good care. Let's be off, shall we?"

The specter drops her bundle and begins to sob. The spectral blanket dissolves into nothing before it hits the floor. She turns to Briar "There is peace for me. My precious baby is gone. The corrupted mistress murdered me and took my Walter." She continues to cry