Follow Barbara
You follow Barbara into the dark, damp room. The room is warm and
musty, and smells like mice droppings and wet linen. Suddenly, Barbara
trips, and goes down screaming. Your blood runs cold and Peter, or
Bob, or whatever his name is-you forget out of fear, bumps into you.
"Barbara?" you whisper into the gloom. "What do we do
now?" asks Peter, or Cleofis, or whatever his name is-really, i
wish he would stop following!
