"Hurgh," said Heiji, helpfully, as Stiles fell on him in a manner that may or may not have been like a sack of potatoes. His fur was nice and soft, but that didn't solve their current problem. Which was that they were in a dimly-lit room in the basement of some lady's creepy haunted mansion with no immediate way of getting out.

"The heck is this?" Now that he was looking around, it looked like the room was rather... eccentrically decorated, to say the least. There were what looked like coffins in the center of the room, raised up on stone platforms. In the far corner was an old metal chandelier with a few candles in various stages of guttering out, casting weird shadows as they did so.