Kurt and Sam found the basement entrance hidden behind a servants' stairwell and it was a heavy iron door with a lock that looked newer than the rest of the mansion's fixtures.
Kurt crouched, examined it, and pulled a thin piece of wire from his coat.
"You know how to pick locks?" Sam whispered behind him as her eyes shifted frantically to different directions, making sure they weren't caught.
"Apparently," Kurt muttered, working the wire into the mechanism.
The lock clicked open with a soft snick, and Kurt eased the door open only to be hit immediately with the smell of sweat, blood, shit and something acrid like burned flesh.
Instantly Kurt's face tensed into something between curiosity and anger.
Sam on the other hand, covered her nose and mouth, trying to block away the smell as she wondered what it could be. "Oh god..."
