New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight

My mother and I were moving the last of our moving boxes into the new house, which was much larger than the old one. Comparatively, we were moving from a shack to a mansion practically. There were many rooms, so many that I thought I might get lost in there somewhere, and there were two bedrooms that I particularly liked. The entire house was furnished, and all of the furniture was very nice, but the beds in those two bedrooms were particularly nice and comfortable. I was thinking I might not move my waterbed right in, I might try sleeping on a standard bed for a while, and one of those would be just the bed to try it on. So I chose the larger of the two rooms, both of them had their own bathroom, and I moved my boxes in there.

My mother came in to see the room I had selected, and she said it was very nice. I was going to take a shower or a bath, not sure which, maybe a bath because the tub was so big I could swim in it… but when I turned the water on there was a lot of disgusting brown stuff coming out that I certainly didn't want to bathe in, the stuff smelled like raw sewage… yuck… so much for the bath or shower. I went into the bedroom and was going to get ready for bed, I sat down on the bed to see how it felt… and the bed collapsed. Now I know there is no way I am that fat! I might be a bit over weight, but not enough to break a bed! I turned on one of the lights so I could get a better look under the bed at what might have broken, but as soon as I flipped the switch there was a spark and the light went out, not only that, but the spark set the bed sheets on fire… My mom came in with a fire extinguisher and put out the flames.

Ok, maybe this room wasn't the best choice… did we actually dare stay the night in any of these rooms? My mother said her room was fine, so I went to the room that was my second choice and checked that one out. I was able to run water in the tub and found out it looked clean, the bed supported my weight, and there were no sparks when I turned on the light. That was a good start, so I sat down on the bed and looked around at the furnished room. There was a strange book there, it looked pretty old, so I decided to take a look at it. I opened the book up and found it was about the history of the house I was in right now, and it was a strange history indeed. About 250 years ago the house wasn't a house at all, it was a tower, a tall tower where strange rituals took place. The people performing the rituals had disappeared long ago, and then the tower was transformed. There were three main segments of the house because someone had segmented the tower into three parts vertically and then placed the upper two parts on the ground near the base of the tower, and had then built the three parts together as a house… weird… and I got the idea that the house might be cursed, which was why everything there seemed to be failing…