The door opens
You here a noise and look at the door. As the door opens slowly, you
think, what am I doing here. When the door is fully open there is a
man looking at you.
The man asks, "What are you doing in my house?"
"I, I, I'm sorry. I didn't know you lived here. Please forgive
me,” you say.
"These are troubled times. You should be careful about where you
go. You never no what might be around the corner," The strange
man tells you.
"Th, th, thank you," you stutter.
"That's all right. That cut on your head doesn't look that nice,
I can help you. Follow me," he tells you, "There is a trap
door under that moth ridden couch on which you sleep."
