You wake up in a dollhouse, surrounded by creepy silence. The walls are adorned with faded portraits of children in 90s fashion. A faint scent of hairspray and desperation wafts through the air.
The door creaks as you push it open. A dimly lit hallway stretches before you, lined with doors that seem to whisper your name in hushed tones.
You can hear footsteps coming from Footsteps in the Night down the hall. It's probably just the house settling, but it's always good to be cautious.
Or, you know, you could just Ignore the Ominous Creak and see where it takes you.