As Delilah descended the stairs, her eyes caught sight of the single light that hung above the foyer. She then glanced at the fireplace, which looked like it hadn't been lit in years. Still, she continued down the stairs until her feet were planted firmly on the ground floor. Delilah looked to her left, where she he noticed a small room with books in it. A small library maybe? A study? 

She began to walk the opposite direction of the book room, when she suddenly heard crying. Delilah froze in place and turned her head in the direction the crying was coming from. She remained frozen in place for a moment, debating whether she wanted to go and investigate or not. With a deep breath, she turns and stood facing the room. Delilah began to walk slowly towards the book room until she was standing in the doorway. 

There, between a desk and chair, and several bookcases, was where the sound was coming from. A woman dressed in dark clothes, with dark hair sat crying. Delilah stared at the woman for a moment. No. She had watched plenty of scary movies to know what was going to happen if she went in there and disturbed her. Hell, it would still probably happen regardless. With a slow exhale, Delilah began to slowly walk backwards, away from the room, her eyes never leaving the crying woman. 

So far, her curiosity had gotten her chased and nearly killed. She wasn't going to keep making the same mistake.