North you went, away form the
terrible place, in search for friendly people and your house. Your broken arm
was swollen and looked completely shattered. The pace at which you walked was
slow, like that of a beaten marathon runner. Your search for a person or a
telephone booth yielded no results. Only a small light, in a house hidden
horribly, in a nearby cemetery caught your eye as promising.
Your senses saw this whole situation as a trap, but your logic stated
that there was nowhere else to turn. The great rusty gates of the cold cemetery
only worsened your greatest fears and horrors. The mist inside floated
rhythmically like a ghost.
Surprisingly, the gates where
opened, for the cemetery was a public one. Your voyage through the soggy place
was all too dreadful. Black withered trees stared at you, with faces of saddened
expression. On the hill the house stood, its door wide open, slamming hard
against the inner walls as if by force. You knew however that it was just the
bitter cold wind. In front of the door you stopped timid in your heart. But the
necessity of survival made you realize your position and step inside the lonely
place. The light was emanating from an abundance of candles, here it seems was
the altar to the underworld. Then you felt death near, a cold feeling like that
of a dead soul. And you saw it, a ghastly ghoul groping your body, and groaning
like the hull of a great ship. Paralyzed you were by looking at it, and then saw
hatred in its face. The body of a long dead warrior, floated before you reaching
for your soul with its wispy fingers. Then you realized that this was total doom
for you unless you got out quickly.
You
may:
A) Jump out the window, and run for home