Ethan and Hayley returned to the dimly lit front room. It had a massive front door, ample enough for a small giant. A narrow black carpet stretched from the front door to the back of the room, where a tall black slab stood against the wall. A short spider-legged table sat at the center of the narrow carpet, a black leather couch with two end tables stood to its right, and two zebra-skinned chairs to its left. Dark hardwood floors encompassed the room.

Ethan spotted a baseball-sized soap bubble floating above the spider-legged table.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“We have yet to determine its purpose,” Daavic said.

“A bubble only has one purpose,” Ethan said. “Bubbles are for popping.”

He approached the bubble and poked at it, but his finger went right through. He blew at it, but the bubble did not move.

“Must be a ghost bubble,” Hayley said.

Ethan approached the staircase and gazed up. The stairs kept going up into infinity.

“Where does this lead?” Hayley asked as she pointed to a door under the staircase.

“That door is strictly off-limits,” Daavic warned.

“I wouldn’t go into a creepy basement anyway,” Hayley said.

Ethan studied the wall opposite the staircase. The study stood to his left and another door to his right. A black chest of drawers stood at the wall’s center. A small bench sat to the right of the chest, and to the left stood a giant mirror. Black marble material engraved with cryptic symbols framed the mirror.