Shrugging her shoulders she knew they weren't coming back for her, but that didn't mean she was going to give in to her nerves in this old place. It was just an old house, old and stinky.

Moving to the window she let out a cry as the pane slid down with a loud shrieking sound. Trying to push it open again she realised the old frame was jammed. She was trapped in the conservatory. Her pulse raced, she was trapped in this old house.

Then she shook herself mentally and physically. Of course she wasn't trapped there was undoubtedly a door from the conservatory into the main house, all she had to do was find it and then find another way out.

As she turned from the window she heard a noise, it was a slow but steady dripping and she was almost certain it hadn't been there before. Moving deeper into the room she had to find a door and now.

Reaching the centre of the room she realised the floor was sticky, damp in patches under her feet.....