WELCOME TO THE PARTY FROM HELL. NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS.
Linda noticed Shana, Mike,
and David, whispering in a corner. She walked over to them. “Where did everyone
vanish to?”
Mike said, “After the
clock finished chiming, the hill people disappeared—one by one, up the
staircase. They didn’t say goodbye or anything, but just left.”
Shana seemed to be excited
about something. She had been waving her arms about during her whispered conversation with
Mike and David. She had to be bursting with some new idea or scheme.
“It is finally show time!”
Shana announced. “I’m not waiting any longer for Sam to include me in his
secret meetings and plans. We must follow them up the stairs and discover
what they are planning tonight.” She led
them up the circular staircase.
As they climbed the
stairs, they peered through the clear glass to watch the diminishing party
below. Where
is everyone?
The second floor was half
the size of the main level. The back half was sectioned off behind a protective
glass railing, with the railing running down the center of the house, dividing
the floor into two equal halves. The front half was left wide open to the high
ceiling, where the huge glass dome sparkled and glistened as it provided a green
tinted window to the night sky.
After
Linda turned from the banister, she was faced with three closed doors, standing
side by side. She’d heard about the three doors in the basement of End House
and prayed that elaborate traps didn’t also await them here.
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