The glow down there, or is it up?, comes closer until you put your foot on damp dirt ground. This is part cave, part room; you hear something move nearby. As your eyes focus to the low light, you take a look around: A solitary table with a phonograph atop, yellow wallpaper with blue stripes down to a dirt floor. Hand crank operated, the record label only has a question mark.

+Crank the Phonograph: PAGE 10
+Go back upstairs: PAGE 11