text: [Themes: Horror, female protagonist]
  
  > Describe the surroundings
  The house looked like something out of a Jane Austen book. The furniture was antique, or at least very skillfully made replicas. The air was heavy and smelled of dust. It must had been a while since the room had been properly cleaned.
  The old woman was sitting on a chair, watching me.
  There was a phone on a side table.
  
  > look at lady
  The woman was small and frail, and her thin face was grey as dust. She was wearing an old-fashioned grey dress that the aristocracy would have worn a hundred years ago.
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  > Down
  The cellar had apparently been used as a wine cellar. The shelves
  were empty now. Water was trickling down to the floor but there didn't seem to be immediate danger of flooding.
  Otherwise the space was dominated by a large diesel generator.
  
  > Examine generator
  It looked similar to what my grandparents had in their farm, except this was much bigger. It was probably large enough to provide electricity to the whole mansion, and to the neighbouring houses as well.
  
  > switch on generator
  I turned the generator on. After some coughing and wheezing its engine started running and lights flickered on in the cellar.
  
  > Go upward
  The house looked like something out of a Jane Austen book. The furniture was antique, or at least very skillfully made replicas. The air was heavy and smelled of dust. It must had been a while since the room had been properly cleaned.
  The old woman was sitting on a chair, watching me.
  There was a phone on a side table.
  
  The lights were on in the living room, so I put the candle down on a table.
  
  > talk to the woman
  The old woman was listening.
  
  > ask the woman about the electricity
  "Do these power outages happen often?" I asked.
  
  "Oh, not very often, not at all," she said. "But it's all right, your father is prepared for everything."
  
  > call for the help
  The landline was dead. Not even a dial tone.
  
  > ask the woman about the father
  "I'm sorry, did you say my "father"?"
  
  "Don't worry, your father will know what to do," she just said.
  
  > Go inside
  Bookshelves lined the walls, full of books that had titles in languages I didn't recognize. Behind a mahogany writing desk, filled with books, papers and parchments, sat an old man, frevently writing on a notepad or looking up something from the books.
  A curious machine was embedded in one of the walls.
  Heavy curtains covered the windows.
  The old man was sitting behind the desk, scribbling on a notepad.
  
  "It's you," he said as he noticed me. "Now who did you say you were again? You must excuse me, I'm very busy with the experiment.'"
  
  (I could ask him about the woman, Elizabeth, or the experiment; or tell him about the generator, myself, or the storm.)
  
  > look at the machine
  The machine was a jumbled mess of wood, iron, leather and brass. Pipes and wires were strewn across the contraption, connected to meters that didn't say anything meaningful.
  
  > ask him about the the woman
  (assuming you meant the old man)
  "Why is the woman downstairs insisting that I'm Elizabeth? Who is she anyway?"
  
  Suddenly he looked very melancholic. "Oh, Elizabeth... She was our daughter. She died too young, and my wife has been... ill ever since." He pauses to wipe his eye with a handkerchief. "But when we moved to this house and when I discovered this library, there's hope! We will soon be together again!"
  
  > ask him about machine
  (assuming you meant the old man)
  "Uh... what exactly are you doing here?" I asked carefully. There was obviously something not quite right here.
  
  "This, my lady, is how I will bring back my dear Elizabeth!" His eyes gleamed with crazy. "I found these books, and the incantations..."
  
  > ask him about Elizabeth
  (assuming you meant the old man)
  "I think your wife needs professional help," I said.
  
  "Help? She needs Elizabeth back!" he exclaimed. "I'm so close... so close..."
  
  > ask him about the phone
  (assuming you meant the old man)
  Which exactly do you mean, the cell phone or using the phone?
  
  > tell him about the the generator
  (assuming you meant the old man)
  "I managed to turn on the generator."
  
  "Yes, I noticed. Thank you," he replied.
  
  > tell him about myself
  (assuming you meant the old man)
  "I'm here only by chance," I explained. "My car got stuck in the mud.."
  
  "Yes, yes," he interrupted. "As long as you don't bother my experiment, I don't really care."
  
  > tell him about the storm
  (assuming you meant the old man)
  "There's a huge storm outside! It... doesn't feel natural," I said.
  
  "I have no time for small talk about the weather young lady," he replied.
  
  > ask the man about the experiment
  "Uh... what exactly are you doing here?" I asked carefully. There was obviously something not quite right here.
  
  "This, my lady, is how I will bring back my dear Elizabeth!" His eyes gleamed with crazy. "I found these books, and the incantations..."
  
  > examine the curtains
  The curtains were heavy and thick, blocking all light.
  
  > open the curtains
  I opened the heavy satin curtains and saw that they were covering not a window but glass doors to a balcony. Behind the doors was a view that on any other day would have been a magnificent sight. Only now I realised that the house was on a high hill that overlooked London which, at the moment, was in the midst of what seemed like a hurricane.
  
  Entire city blocks were on fire. There were no lights on in the city, only lightning and the fires revealed the horrifying scene.
  
  The clouds above the city were moving in disturbing patterns. Something was out there, about to emerge form the darkness.
  
  (I could tell the old man about London.)
  
  > tell man about the london
  "Look at what's happening to the city! Curse your damned experiments!"
  
  He raised his head to view the scene. He looked at London in disbelief and he seemed to experience a brief moment of sanity.
  
  "No... It's impossible! Did I write the wrong glyphs... or was the voltage too high? Or..."
  
  "What's happening here? What is this storm?"
  
  "I... all I wanted was to bring Elizabeth back... You mustn't judge me! Something has went terribly wrong," he cried.
  
  He rummaged through a box next to the apparatus and pulled out a small axe. "We must end this now! Here, take this hatchet and climb to the roof. I've set up an antenna there that broadcasts the subspatial messages. I can't stop it from here, you must cut down the antenna to make this right."
  
  "What? I don't..." I tried to protest, but he shoved the hatchet to me. "Go! Now!"
  
  > examine the hatchet
  The axe was small and slightly rusty, with ornate carvings in the blade.