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It allowed him to, so Jonah and Rex followed. The only development out in this foyer (for want of a better name) was that there was now a pool table in the middle of the room, and the floor showed animated white noise, rather than the wood it was actually made of.
“...The f*ck?”
"I think that we should be used to this sort of thing by now," Rex said with a shake of his head.
Jonah looked around. Nothing else had changed. "Where to now?"
From here, there was the living room, the kitchen, a downstairs toilet, a spare room, a door that served no purpose whatsoever, and the front door of the house. Funnily enough, this door did not function as a door, and funnier still was the fact that the back door was on the same wall, but shifted along by a few metres so it was located in the kitchen.
“I'd be happy to just leave this house now.”
"I have to agree," Rex said. "Either we get some professionals to do this, or just bulldoze the entire area."
"Come on..." Jonah rolled his eyes. "You can't give up just because things are getting mind-screwingly weird. That's practically what we signed up for by coming here in the first place!"
"So? We've had our fill, and we've investigated, albeit inconclusively."
“And this is enough madness for one day,” Cal added.
"Alright, alright, if you two say so..." Jonah sighed.
Rex led them into the kitchen, so that they might leave by the back door, as the front door did not open. The kitchen seemed smaller than it was, as most of it was taken up by a rectangular dining table. Over that was a small shelf that had a drawer under it. A sink took up most of the opposite wall, above which was a fairly small window with net curtains. In the far left corner was an oven and a fridge-freezer, and there was a walk-in cupboard in the back-left corner. The door they were seeking was at the end of a brief corridor that extended from the front-right corner of this room.
Wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible, Cal headed towards the door.
His teammates followed. This small corridor seemed to serve as a cloakroom; there were pegs on both walls. Lining the floor were umbrellas and, curiously, badminton racquets. The back door was ahead, and seemed to still be unlocked, so there was nothing to keep them from leaving.
He opened the door, and stepped through it.
Unlike before, they were permitted to leave. The path here was fairly thin, and led only left and right; straight ahead was a small brick box of soil from which a conifer was growing, and beyond that was a long, tall, old fence made of wood. To the right would be the yard Rex had seen from the living room, but they had entered the house via the path that was currently on the left. In that side of the yard was a small lawn on which an extremely old car was parked. There was a tall, black gate in the wooden fence, which opened inwards, and led out onto the street (or rather, the squarish cul-de-sac) on which this house was located.
Cal chose to leave via the path on the left.
This was a wise decision. Now that they were out of the house's shadow, the sky could clearly be seen. It seemed now to be daytime, and heavily overcast, but not liable to start raining any time soon.
“Well, I'm glad we're out of that house.”
"Yeah," Rex said, nodding. "Coming here was a bad idea."