You decide to look for a way out.
You gasp. Years of wild stories about The Castle
have not prepared you for this. You are standing in the middle of a
large entryway, lit only by the gloomy sunlight from two filthy
windows on either
side of the door. A few feet away is a small,round
table covered by a stained white tablecloth. To your dismay the stains
are dark,rusty red and appear damp. The musty, stuffy room is empty
except fo the table and your friends, but there's no telling what
could be lurking somewhere else in The Castle!
"The door won't open," Dave tells you, his voice
shaky."How're we gonna get out?" He turns his pleading,
scared face to you to come up with a way to rescue everyone, but it's
Barbara who speaks up.
"We'll have to look for another way out ," she
declares, striding fearlessly toward one of the three closed doors,
located oneon each wall. "This one?" she asks without
stopping, turning the knob and pushing it
open.
The incredibly strong wind has knocked you flat
on your face. As you struggle to sit up, you see
Dave and Barbara gaping about them in disbelief.
Edging a bit closer to them, you climb to your feet and follow their
stares.
