Sorhe

She rips the vines off of the door, and after struggling way too long with the old doorknob, she kicks the door down. Its dark, the only light being from the doorway. All lights are long since unusable. She grabs out her flashlight and looks around, and sees many vials, beakers, and other things. Some shattered, some empty, others with oddly-colored liquid with a peculiar smell... it smelled almost like pickles, or a sneeze. she walks up the stairs carefully, and what she sees surprises her...