The house was grand. Emily though, but as she followed the kitten up the stairs, she noticed when the little cat would turn one way, and the fur would stand up on her back, before she turned and went the other direction. They found themselves in a parlor, after which, Hope wouldnt go any further in any direction. Not even back.
Why would a cat act like that? Emily turned and saw someone or something move outside the door. Someone pale, like Rose.
(Yes I know its short, just needed something to continue the story since it hasnt been added to in years, when in doubt, add conflict.)