“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.
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?