You carefully and quietly stroll down the wooden, brown, and creaky staircase, petrified of the voice and curious as to what and where it is. A surprisingly long commute, you finally reach the floor with still your bare feet, and survey your surroundings. 

The neat and tidy dining room area is to your right, and another short hallway is placed at your left. You find yourself looking desperately at the main door in front of you, and you immediately rush to open it, to see if it is unlocked. The door refuses to let you through.

"This is it," you cry, still standing on the marble floor. "I'm just about screwed. I need to get some sort of phone, and find my way out of here." Shockingly, the person speaks, this time slowly. 

"I'm... watching you." Unable to help yourself, you shiver in fear. You decide to turn around, stupidly. However, there is nobody there. You, once again, pout.

"How can I be this unlucky? I'm alone, and there's no one to help me. Have no freaking idea who kidnapped me, and I still need to find my family and make sure whatever it is didn't hurt them." You sigh, defeated. 

"I'm not waiting around to die. I need to call 911, or look around for a key or something to help me get out of this sad place."

Look for a phone (Chapter 7)

Search for a key for an alternative exit (Chapter 8)