You are a curious history enthusiast, and the shadow of this old dusty mansion lingers over you. Nobody- not even the town's oldest residents recall how it came to be. You have decided to end the mystery once and for all by going and exploring the darned thing yourself! How bad could it really be?

Upon entring the mansion, you are greeted by a rather cute and friendly ghost. She introduces herself as Spooky, and tells you that you must trudge your way through 1,000 rooms of the mansion to survive. After imparting this wonderful news onto you, she floats up into the ceiling- leaving you there to ponder your mistakes.

You begin your (now likely midly bittered) trudge through the mansion. As you do, you note nothing really of any note. It's just room after room of boring, empty monotony. It's sort of strange how normal it is, actually. How did a place like this create so many campfire stories told in hushed whispers?