Hello architect of this spooky asylum. I only just started investigating and the atmosphere has already thoroughly go me creeped out. (In a good way.)
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I found some errors:
--> Just entering the Foyer:
"You are the foyer of the asylum. " -> in the foyer
--> After running away from the spectral woman:
" If you can free the ghost, maybe you can free youself?" -> yourself
--> In the library, looking closer at the portrait of the woman:
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You take a closer look at the painting of the woman in the gown, trying to work out what's wrong with it. The painted silk is covered in patterns, flowers, or circles or …
Eyes! Her gown is covered in eyes, all staring out of the canvas straight at you!
You tentatively rub the surface of the painting, hoping that it's just some sort of visual trick, but the eyes only get clearer. Who would paint this? A patient? The signature in the bottom corner is almost impossible to read, but you think it says Emily — something.
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The eyes stare at you from the faded canvas, just like before. You feel that the whole house is watching you.
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--> Looking at the boxes of papers in the Library:
"You assume that the shelves here were once neatly stacked files" -> stacked with files
--> The advertising flyers:
"... a stylized design that looks a little a glowing sun..." -> "looks like a little glowing sun" or "looks a little like a glowing sun"
--> Searching the papers on the floor of the office:
"a faded photograph papercliped to the edge of a page." -> paperclipped
--> Clicking on [Leaf through the old man's file] from Beau Russel's file takes me to the boy Martin Green's file instead.
--> Phew! I feel much safer now that I found myself a towel.
--> Examining the chair in the furnished room upstairs.
There doesn't seem to be anything special about this chair. It was painted white once, but the paint has flaked away to reveal the old brittle wood underneath. You wouldn't trust your weight to it.
It has been placed facing the locked and shuttered window, as if someone often sat staring out of here.
They must have wanted out of this place so badly …
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You check the seat in case someone hid some letters there, but there's nothing to find.
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