Hey, Dave let's follow that cat, he may know the way to where Barbara
is. I think he went in that door over there.
We walked quickly to the old dusty door, turned the doorknob slowly. I
turnd on the light and there was Barbra tied to a wooden chair. She
had tape over her mouth.
We untied her and ran out of the dark cold room.
We are so happy we found her. Now how are we going to get out of
here.
it was dusty and all of a sudden a black cat ran
across the drity dark floor.I just rememberd that
a black cat means bad luck. (But that is only for people who are
supersticious. I like black cats.)