Getting through the window was pretty easy.  Jynmi had been coming in through windows all his life.  What gave him trouble was the other side.  It was like landing a plan, but without all that runway to gently come to a stop on. So instead he fell, and landed hard with the kind of thump you knew came with stars at the end.  "Oh damn it.  That hurt."  He mumbled and stayed on the ground for a moment, wondering if the twenty bucks were with it until he came to the conclusion said twenty dollars was in fact worth it on account of his not owning any twenties, or anything really.  He was lucky to still have a car with a third a tank of gas.  "Still hurts."  He said getting to his feet and checking his chin to make sure it was still facing forwards.  "But I'll survive."  Which was a shame when you thought about the alternative.  "Now, for that pizza."  

He looked around the room and came to the conclusion it was either a kitchen or a bathroom somebody had gotten entirely wrong.  There was a hole in the floor, at the corner, underneath the strange clock that looked like a cat with single yellow eye that happened to tick.  On the other side of the room there was a cabinet and a refrigerator that hummed so loud it wouldn't have come as any surprise what so ever if it burst into flames.  Another wall was occupied by a stove which was still hot. He didn't have to touch it to tell.  The glowing red grills was enough of tell tale sign. The last three walls were occupied with two doors and a dimly lit hallway that went into a much larger area.  Jynmi looked at this, the hallway the longest.  "He shook his head because it had the phrase written you'll die going down this hallways all over it in the colors you'd get in any random handful of party confetti.  After some time" he remembered about the narrating thing and did a game of eni-meani-minie-moe to choose where'd he'd go next and it was the first door on the left.

"Ready or not, here I come."  He wasn't talking to the stranger with the pizza, because of the lack of concern regarding her readiness for him, but for himself because that's who he cared about most, almost unconditionally.  It was a close almost.  He loved himself, a lot, but it didn't take quiet that much effort to come up with a list of things he could do to make him wish himself ill.  "One moment though."  He said, swallowing the lump that was stuck in his throat and tried to hold on to the bell at the back of your mouth with a fierceness that would've made a berserk er blush in a rare moment of self-consciousness, but he managed to break its grip with a couple of wet coughs.  "Alright here we go!"  He grabbed the door knob and yanked open the door, revealing a dimly lit hallway.  "Why," he asked nobody in particular "would anybody use red lightning like that.  It literally looks like a stair way down to hell, or the maybe the kind of boiler room a serial killer would call home."  He didn't want to go, but the Eenie-meanie had spoken, and would kick him in the nuts if he didn't listen. 

The stares squeaked and squealed, louder with each step he took.  "Come on now.  The last set of stairs I went down didn't complain so much, and I'm only a couple of pounds heavier than I was then."  This didn't stop the noises, but he didn't take it too hard as there wasn't a great deal of hope it would.  "Hmmm."  He said upon reaching the bottom.  "Now, I could be wrong" and he wouldn't be surprised if he was because history lacked originality "but this looks like what you find in one of those movies were everything would've gone alright if the main character just left before touching anything."  He turned to leave, but the door at the top slammed shut with the kind of finality that said, in no uncertain words, this was final and you weren't anywhere beyond this point.  "Oh well, too little too late, but its nice to know....  Er I've got no way to finish that thought." 

He frowned and turned his attention back to the doll and the candles, and the pizza which had already become a lost smaller since the last time he'd seen it.  "Your not one of them killer dolls are you?"  He licked his lips and very carefully like a man in a minefield, or a cat in a busy street, made his way over.