I took my pocket knife to the walls. I tore up the wallpaper, leaving an ugly tear. (I suppose *some* property damage is warranted in this case, though I usually try to avoid it). Then I slowly kept digging at the drywall and insulation to see what was outside. I lost count of what floor I was on, but I must have been about 40 meters high from the ground. The little peephole I made just showed me the same view as the first floor. The ambient static was growing louder and louder the longer I stayed, to the point that I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. So I left. I’m sure there was an answer in there somewhere, but, I wonder—what other things was this house capable of? As I write these words, I can’t help but think of all the grim possibilities. Had I stayed longer, would I have fallen prey to the house? Would I have encountered some unknown danger? I will come back when I am properly equipped. In the meantime, I will look for answers elsewhere. I am also thinking of expanding the scope of my documentation, and its subject as well. I’m certain there is valuable knowledge to be gained from the locals.