You pull on the doorbell … except that it’s not a bell. It sounds like a foghorn. And it’s LOUD!

No one answers. Not that you really expected anyone. After all, the house is abandoned.

So you push the door open. It creaks loudly, the sound echoing through the house.

Your footsteps reverberate on the dusty floorboards as you step into the once grand entrance. A massive staircase dominates the area, spiralling up to the second floor. A little stone gargoyle sits on the end of the bannister.

Tucked away in a dark corner under the stairs is a small doorway. The door swings open and a short stocky man marches out. He wears overalls and heavy workboots, and is sporting a shaved head and a scraggly beard. He looks rather angry.

‘You’re trespassing on private property,’ he barks.

You take a step backwards.

‘Hold it right there,’ he bellows, striding towards you.

Do you hold it right there? Go here.

Or do you run? Go here.