After a while of fiddling with the lock, mostly involving a juggling act to keep the flashlight at an angle where he could see what he was doing, the door suddenly popped open. Well, it didn't really move much considering there was something on the other side, but it was enough to let him know that the door was now open. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like there was somebody on the other side all things considered. For one, the door had been jammed, so it would have been hard for anyone to get into, which meant that the thump had probably been something dropping to the ground in front of the door, which explained why it wouldn't open much further than a few inches. Shrugging and rolling his eyes over the wasted time, Devon decided that it was a good time to begin looking upstairs.
The long hallway was rather cliche, which Devon found kind of amusing as he walked down it. Certainly there would be someone hiding somewhere up on the second floor. It was too perfect not to. Eventually, he came across one open door that appeared to lead into a bedroom of sorts, with the large bed, night stands, and wardrobes. Though there was really nothing to indicate that someone was inside the room, he stepped in to see what he could see. Old places like this had a lot of neat stuff lying around after all. Humming softly, he walked around the room with the flashlight, examining the bed spread and the decorations around the room. Whomever had lived here certainly had had a weird taste of decor, with everything clashing in someway or another. Maybe two things were bright pink and orange, or maybe it was polka-dots with stripes, but regardless, it was strange. Curious as to whether or not the clothes followed the same pattern, Devon walked over to the walk-in closet to begin looking at the clothes they would have worn when whoever owned the place last had lived there.