Spyderhaus - aka Spiderhalls

>Seems the lights are on. Maybe your friends set up stuff to make the house extra spooky.



Maybe, you suppose that's not impossible... Yeah maybe your friends are just pranking you. definitely.

>Don't panic. Maybe the reason no one ever leaves this place is because it's so awesomely, fantastically nice that no one ever wants to leave.



Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

>In a casual, *nope, I'm not panicking for my safety* tone of speed and grace, try opening a ground floor window.



These windows appear to be completely fixed into the wall. They don't have any opening of anything.

>See if there's any symbols you can see.



What you mean on the door?? Yeah it's coated in spidery imagery.

>Also, do you know the person in the painting?



No. You don't exactly know very many spider... ant... bug-people. Let's go with bug people.
There's a plaque though, it say: The Lady Elovitra of Spydeir, 1892, "She was the only one I really liked." -Arachnia
Not exactly names you recognize. You don't think.


>Go find a ghost, beat the ghost shit out of it for girly giggles.



Heckie Yeah! You don't know if there are any ghosts actually in here, but If there are you're gonna punch em....Yeah!

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Yeah!



There ain't no ghosts here...

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As the clock strikes twelve, you hear something else beneath the clock chimes, a... voice, coming from that door.