At the far end of the hallway to the left is a room. Upon entering it, a chill is sure to creep up one's spine. The confinement of the room is clearly defined by four walls of equal dimension. Held captive in the square, cell-like space are a modest double bed which has seen better days, two bedside tables - of which the skill of the manufacturer is questionable - and a small closet holding only the basics. The crooked bedside tables have antique lamps perched on them. When gazing up at the ceiling, one will see a paling off-white ceiling fan. When scanning the floor, one will see uneven carpeting. And if one were to stare ahead long enough, one would notice a spider or two on the opposite wall.