ROOM DETAILS: This room is straight out of a Tsarist Russia opulence, heavy hardwoods, rich red and green velvet upholstering, and inlaid marble and ivory everywhere you turn. It's on the rocking horses, the swinging day beds, the wooden toys — even the ceramic and wool dolls are not exempt. Why does this room exist? Who knows. It just does. And it always feels like someone's watching you when you're inside.
ROOM LOCATION: Topmost floor, always facing south, but never quite in the same hallway. Only appears when you have a yearning for simpler, more childlike times in your life, except for once a month where it shows up and the door just stays open.
ANY NOTES: Mysteriously expands to accommodate the number of visitors. You can't take any of the toys out of the room; if you try, your worst memories seem to suddenly rush back to you as if it's happening in the moment. (And there is something watching.)