Emily Wants to Play Pro

Prepare yourself. Its 11pm, and you are at the last house on your route. The lights are on, and the front door is opened. But, the windows are all boarded up and the grass is overgrown. It seems like a strange place to deliver a pizza, but at least, it looks like someone is home. You run to the front door since its storming pretty bad. “Hello!? Your pizzas here!" You announce. No one answers. Theres an eerie silence. You are getting soaked from the rain, so you hesitantly step inside the door an...