The Old Dusty Attic

Halliwell Manor - San Francisco

Eun-Ji ascended the creaking stairs of Halliwell Manor, her footsteps echoing in the empty space. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease knowing that other agents were prowling around downstairs, their presence a looming threat to her investigation. As she reached the top of the stairs, she glanced around the dimly lit landing, her gaze drawn to the open door leading to the attic.

With a determined stride, Eun-Ji crossed the threshold into the attic, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of disturbance. The space was bathed in soft light filtering through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The attic was filled with an eclectic mix of furniture and curiosities, each item holding a story of its own.

Against one wall stood an old trunk adorned with intricate carvings, its lid slightly ajar as if inviting exploration. Nearby, shelves lined with dusty tomes and ancient artifacts hinted at the manor's mystical history. Pushed crudely off to one side, a round table was surrounded by mismatched chairs, as if frozen in time from a forgotten gathering.

As Eun-Ji moved further into the attic, she couldn't help but feel a change in the atmosphere. She hadn’t realized how large the space actually was until fully inside. She began looking around more closely.

The place was strewn with papers, any of which could contain clues, so she took her time to focus on them as she passed taking pictures of everything with a smartphone. Most notable was on the walls, she saw something looking like freshly dried blood. It read, "RC, 1920 Warren."

In the middle of the attic she saw an alter surrounded by three candles. On the Alter is the famed "Book of Shadows, that appeared to be placed there recently by the way the dust was disturbed.

Eun-Ji felt a suspenseful sense of extreme dread tingle across her skin. This made her keep a tight grip on one of the hammers, while she continued to document everything she was coming across with her handheld technology. She decided to play it safe; however, and within seconds there were three other identical versions of her, realistic illusions, also seeming to search and balance out the space around the attic. It was exceedingly difficult to discern which was the real one, they are looked the part and behaved with silent individual sovereignty.