As Benny went on the halls grew darker. Curtains were drawn more doors were locked and eventually it was a mess. Paintings sat on the floor in tatters, carpet was ripped up, walls had holes and shredded paper. At the top of the stair case was a long hall with a couple of massive doors with no other rooms. One sat crooked on its hinge and the other was still attached to the wall, but a large portion of the bottom was in crumbles on the floor. Rusting armored knights lined both sides of the hall. A long time of being neglected had them shifted into strange positions, looking more like marionettes. The sound of crow was loud from an open window somewhere and and with it brought a draft spiced with the scent of blood. It looked like a tornado was let loose on this floor, yet no one had bother to clean it.