Chapter Two: Message from the PastAs the two boys stood side by side in the massive hallway, the silence, eerie and unnatural, pressed against them, seemingly from the very walls themselves. The atmosphere grew cold, forcing them both to shiver, their breath steaming from trembling lips. They exchanged looks.
“There's something very wrong in here,” whispered Jamie.
For the first time that day, Tim agreed, offering a feeble nod. “It feels so lonely.”
The wide entrance hall ran towards a broad staircase, the steps of which were bare white wood. It curled upwards and around to the right, the balustrade, like the walls and everything else, appearing cracked along its surface, its ancient paint blistering and peeling. Beneath their feet, the tiles were thick with dust and the air reeked with
