Valerie's Bookend

Welcome to my humble abode

Door

Through the false double doors, you're almost sheltered from the torrent. Water is trickling through the light fixture above you, yet the power remains on. You can hear rain spilling in, flitting on a tile floor somewhere in the house. The thunder looming near shakes the whole foundation, wind makes her whistle and wail in tune.

To the right, there's a short staircase leading up or down (this is a split level after all), to the left is the hall closet, and straight ahead is the kitchen.

I'm looking for Valerie. He's moved out long ago, but he left etchings on the walls.
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