It was her second day in the room. Initially, the pure excitement from using her new tool had blinded Naomi to her frightening surroundings. Now here she was again, in a dark cellar made of brick and stone. The cement floor and the bottom of the walls were stained with some dark liquid which traced a path to a grimy drain in the corner. A single dim light bulb continued to shine, giving the room a musty, unsettling ambiance. With the iron door locked behind her, she was all alone.
Or was she? Naomi's concentration had been broken multiple times because she kept hearing strange noises. At first she thought it was that little girl who followed Grayson around, but after thrusting open the door behind her, she kept finding the hallway empty. Yet the sounds persisted.