You cross the dank room, passing the old stove and rusty sink, and stop just as you reach the door..

Beyond the doorway is complete darkness.. you peer into the pitch black room and squint so you can hopefully see better. Your eyes discern a thin silver chain dangling from the ceiling.. You walk over to it cautiously and pull lightly on it. The room suddenly flickers with the dim overhead light.. its pale glow falling over the contents that sit on rotting shelves..

You blink to focus in the light and find that this room must've been the pantry.. Several jars and other old objects adorn the shelves.. You look to them curiously and furrow your brow as your eyes fall onto a certain object.. an old magazine..