XII
Your hand gets a ticklish sensation as
you grasp the knob on the rotting door.
The door groans boisterously as you force it against the wall on the
other side.
Inside is a small silent bedroom. A tiny table on your right carries a silver
pistol. Two shot bullets sit next to it,
along with a purple cracked vase with a set of dead roses. Across from you, on the wall, hangs a
shattered, boarded-up window. Beneath
that sleeps a dusty, sky-blue bed with gray blankets. An empty fireplace stands on the wall to your
left; no fire is present within it. An
untouched straw basket of honey, nuts, onions, and mushrooms lay in the middle
of the room.
As you step forward, the fireplace suddenly
lights up with a blazing flame.