text: [Themes: Lovecraft, female protagonist]
  
  > Go down
  Limestone Caverns (inside the pink-bound book)
  These caves are your home. You know every stalagmite, stalactite, pit, and bat's nest.
  
  From this part of the cavern you can go northeast, southeast and up.
  
  > Go northeast
  Limestone Caverns (inside the pink-bound book)
  These caves are your home. You know every stalagmite, stalactite, pit, and bat's nest.
  
  From this part of the cavern you can go southeast, southwest and up.
  
  From a nearby cave you smell something living. Its scent is strange and hostile, but intermingled with something familiar. It smells almost like one of your own kind, but it can't be, can it? It has been so long.
  
  > go to the southeast
  Limestone Caverns (inside the pink-bound book)
  These caves are your home. You know every stalagmite, stalactite, pit, and bat's nest.
  
  From this part of the cavern you can go northwest, southwest and up.
  
  From a nearby cave you smell something living. Its scent is strange and hostile, but intermingled with something familiar.
  
  > Go southwest
  Limestone Caverns (inside the pink-bound book)
  These caves are your home. You know every stalagmite, stalactite, pit, and bat's nest.
  
  From this part of the cavern you can go northeast, northwest and up.
  
  > Go upwards
  Limestone Caverns (inside the pink-bound book)
  These caves are your home. You know every stalagmite, stalactite, pit, and bat's nest.
  
  From this part of the cavern you can go northeast, northwest and down.
  
  From a nearby cave you smell something living. Its scent is strange and hostile, but intermingled with something familiar.
  
  > examine the pink
  A quarto-size volume bound in remarkably ugly pink leather, with a label on the spine. The book bears the title Venator in
  Tenebris, but no author's name is given. The front endpaper is embossed with the insignia of the Backwater Public Library. On the title page, there is a footnote in which the anonymous author appears to be pleading for forgiveness from a hooligan and some kind of metal cup-holder.
  
  Frost lines the edges of the library insignia.
  
  > examine the footnote
  The title page of the pink-bound book identifies it as Venator in Tenebris, published by Ompompanoousuc College Press in
  MDCCCXCIII. The author's name is not indicated. In a footnote, the anonymous author offers abject apologies to a hooligan and a metal cup-holder.
  
  > Go east
  Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love)
  Imposing wooden doors lead north and east ; a smaller doorway between them has been closed off with badly painted bricks. The top of the stairs is accessible through a narrow arch to the west, and the hall continues to the south.
  
  A massive black armoire stands incongruously against the north-west wall, slightly at an angle. The boards sealing the armoire doors closed suggest that this particular object of furniture should have been removed prior to your arrival, but it's far too large to fit through the arch to the west.
  
  > examine the bricks
  (loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew))
  The brick is quite heavy.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from them.
  
  > put the bricks in the trash pocket
  (loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) in the trash pocket)
  You unzip the trash pocket, deposit loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), then zip the trash pocket back up again.
  
  > examine the bricks
  Cragne Manor has endured wars, flooding, blizzards, and any number of lesser catastrophes, but not without its scars. When so much of the house has required constant renovation, the occasional fire barely registers as calamitous. Before your move, Peter read to you about one such blaze which consumed this second-story bathroom in 1978, yet the adjoining rooms suffered almost no damage whatsoever. The family had reportedly spared no expense to repair the damage and restore the bathroom, but the room burned again less than a decade later. It appears that the surviving Cragnes elected to cut their losses this time.
  
  > examine the armoire
  The massive wardrobe is wider than you can reach with your arms extended. Weathered wooden boards have been nailed across the doors in four places.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  an old paperback book (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an old newspaper (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pink-bound book
  a pinch of snail paste
  an Italian magazine cutting
  De Zeven Testamenten van de Krijsende Zeeworm
  a police report ("Francine Cragne")
  a note from a seesaw
  a piece of chalk
  a black box (open but empty)
  a shard
  a broken silver amulet
  Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew)
  A Culinary Overview of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Region
  
  Hyper-Gastronomy, Exactness, and String Theory: a Theoretical Subdiscipline of Cooking and Baking by Chef Wheldrake (smelling faintly of mildew)
  red-rimmed porcelain plates
  red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a spray bottle that used to contain fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a key from an urn
  some mildewed leather gloves
  a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty flathead screwdriver
  a teapot
  a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Tolerating An Asinine God (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty piece of metal
  some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a well-dressed ghost (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a backpack features guide
  a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Twin Hearts Between the Planes
  a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a moldy, waterlogged journal (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a wad of cash
  a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew)
  The Dollmaker's Journal (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a tiny leather journal
  a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Daniel Baker's note
  the diary of Phyllis Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a postcard of Big Ben (smelling faintly of mildew)
  The Modern Girl's Divination Handbook -- Volume Three
  a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a glass jar containing an insect
  a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of stone earplugs (being worn)
  a trolley pass (being worn)
  a Jansport backpack (being worn and open)
  a hidden pocket (open but empty)
  a key pocket (closed)
  a book pocket (open but empty)
  a side pocket (closed)
  a trash pocket (closed)
  a gold jacket (being worn)
  a giant milkweed leaf (being worn as a mask)