Annie, when she had disappeared, had disappeared to the basement.
She had never met the Phillip guy before, and she had been in this house for a long time. She hoped to find answers about Richard. Why Richard had killed her. Where Richard was. She had so many questions swirling in her head.
The first thing Annie established when she walked into the basement that it was creepy as fuck. And cold. And dark. Annie wrapped her arms around herself, and she squeezed her teddy bear. Annie took a small step forward, her feet hitting the cold concrete that made up the floor of the basement. It was hard for her to see, despite her having ghostly powers. She was drained. Her powers had been released when she got upset. Right now, Annie really needed to sleep to regain her powers, but she fought through the grogginess. She needed to speak with Phillip.
Annie kept walking forward. The basement was wide open, but the various junk, beer bottles, and drugs scattered around it from past visitors made it hard to navigate through. There were bookshelves and couches placed to make her follow some sort of path. Why Phillip had made himself take residence in this part of the house, Annie had no clue. Something was up.
Annie took another step forward and felt the ground disappear from under her. She gasped and tried to fall back onto solid ground, but nothing was there. If she hadn't used up her powers that quickly, she would've been able to make herself float. So Annie fell into the pit. She fell and she fell and she fell.