You walk in and feel a shiver up your back. It’s so dark, so cold, so–what’s the word?–lonely.

Water slowly drips, a distant echoing sound. In the corner a silent Phantom sits on a grand piano. The piano is almost broken and seems as old as time, yet there it sits still perfectly in tune. The room–as scary as it seems to you–is silent as if a pin could drop but it would sound like an elephant dancing. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling practically whispering abandonment.

The lake a few feet away doesn’t beckon a swim. More like please run away. Something stirs in the depths, probably the Phantom’s only companion. The color scheme is dark and mysterious–not welcoming to me.