beedingwood | following the footsteps of john harris

Moving along the corridor, we did chance upon some servants stairs, which Marlon bravely ascended, before appearing above our heads, with nowhere to go except to brave the second floor joists. It was at this moment I realised that several had slid through from the roof, wedging themselves between floors, and pointing themselves at my head.

I mumbled something yet again about a hard hat.