You followed the mice out of your bedroom, down the old, rickety stairs, and to the little door that you had opened the morning before. When you opened it then, it was bricked off.

But now… it was open. Being filled with curiosity, you followed the mice through the tunnel and out through another small door.

It looked just like the house you were staying in, yet… slightly better? The floors didn’t creak and there seemed to be proper heating.

You hesitantly walk into the kitchen…