After a few moments, it seemed Louise had finally reached the end of the tunnel and just as she was about to turn back around in the seemingly deadend, the seventh year spotted the spiral staircase and the trapdoor. Climbing the stairs, she tried to imagine it being a more elegant staircase than was before her, afraid of touching it because what if it fell apart the moment her grasp touched it? Talk about a real life haunted house.

Pushing open the trap door, she blinked as her dark eyes gazed around and took in the mucky environment. Well someone needed a few housekeeping pointers. Or perhaps whoever the owner is just needed to actually be present. Did this shack even have an owner? Breathe, Louise, breathe, although she did feel comforted by her bluebell flames, this place was downright not on her list of top ten places she wanted to visit. And yet, perhaps there was a story here that would help her in her initiation on becoming a famous writer with the opportunity to travel the world and write about different historical locations? Before she could think or dwell too much about that, her nose started itching from the dust that had unfurled itself, likely from the wind of the trapdoor movement along with her own.

AND WHAT WAS THAT MOVEMENT darting towards what she presumed to be the bathroom judging from the stench?!!!?!?!

Just as she was about to scream though, her eyes fell upon dining table. Not because of the rotted food, as there was NO way she was considering consuming that, despite her growling stomach, she'd pretty much lost any appetite she had. But there was something else present on the table beside the rotted food that someone had obviously left there for like a century. Where'd the person go, anyway? Was she about to find a corpse in the decaying kitchen? But enough of that, the seventh year trudged forward towards the scroll on the other side, seemingly out of place on a table of rotted food and broken dishes. Perhaps the movement was zombies or inferi who used to be the tenants of this abandoned shack? Shuttering at the thought, tentatively unrolled the scroll and read.

Okay, so this was part of the task. Two items that have gone astray. One belonged to pigletted friends? Her first thought was a pig sty, but why would she be searching for a pig sty within an abandoned shack? A house it does amend.... a lever that unlocks a door. A key?! Could a lever be considered a key? What kind of score? She had to play a game, which meant looking for something to play a game on?

Moving on though, next item something from across the seas. Not a quill. Turning too quickly, defaces wood? Was it like a chisel? But that didn't release gas?

She should look for something to play a game... not seeing anything on the first floor, the seventh year headed to the second floor, because surely the two items wouldn't be so close to where she found the scroll, right? Entering the room, her eyes immediately fell upon the old piano. Wait, score. But to find the item you might need a particular score. A musical score?! She had to play a tune and then maybe she would find an item?

Biting her lip, she sat down at the bench, hoping it wasn't rotted where it would fall apart under weight, and pressed some keys. At least the ones that were still present, all while glancing around the piano for something missing. Wait, maybe she wasn't looking for a key for a door, but for one of the keys missing on the piano? Kyle Baker was probably owning this challenge with his scholarly brain, but she, Louise Hamilton, while intelligent, preferred things that required action rather than thinking. Sigh. Even Bridgette was scholarly and wise; why couldn't she have been a horned serpent like her little sister? Her sister would have owned this challenge too. Could she phone a friend for assistance?