XI
“Let’s go in that
door!” you declare.
You jog over to the door on your
right. As you get closer, you start
hearing quiet whispering. You can’t make
out what the words are . . .
“Watch out!” Ben screams.
Crash!
Your faced is pressed flat against the
smooth surface of the door. Yet, your
feet are still jogging.
“Ouch,” you mutter, opening the door.
“Ha, that’s gotta hurt!” Ben hollers.
The whispering grows louder as you
shove open the door. What will you find?