You go left. You wind up in another hallway, but at least this one is nicer. The pictures hung from the walls are still ugly, though. There are more doors leading to more rooms, but you decide to only take a peek. It does seem to be someone's house, after all.
The first door on the right leads to a bathroom. It looks normal. At least, you think it does. There are smooth tiles and it's very clean, and it activates something in your muddled brain that says "bathroom". The door across leads to a room with some machines in it, right next to a big basket of cloth. One of them hums and rattles slightly. It intimidates you. The next door leads into a dimly lit room, with a couple of beds on opposite sides. It looks messy, but inviting. You gather the will to keep moving.
At the end of the hall is one final door. You creep in. It's dark, even more so than the bedroom, but it's not inviting. There's no carpet here, only concrete and drywall. You almost step in puddle of some foul-smelling chemical as you walk in. There's no tables or chairs or terrible artwork here, only some strange machine that takes up almost all of the space in the room. There is a doorway lit by faint lights. You do not go in.