“. . . elp me . . .” the whispers continue. “elp . . .”
“What is that?” you inquire, wandering into the small hallway beyond the door. Two shelves hang from both sides of the room, and a strangely familiar door lies across from you.
“What are you talking about?” Ben demands. “Let’s just go see what’s on the other side of that door.”
What is he? Deaf? you wonder. How can he not hear that?
As you open the next door, the whispers gradually become silent. The door scratches loudly against the floor. A peculiar room lies ahead.