Look for Kwan with Charmaine
From Create Your Own Story
You take her hand, and together, you follow Kwan...
...into a big, empty room!
"Kwan?" you call.
There is no sign of him. Just a vast, abandoned room, with walls decayed by mould and damp, and a broken chair lying in one corner.
"Look!" Charmaine points to the shadows on the other side.
A second door!
"He's hiding!" she whispers.
But he isn't!
Because when you hurry across, open it and look inside...
...Kwan is gone!
Your eyes circle every inch of the inky black space. You could make out steps, leading down.
"Do you-do you think Kwan went down there?" Charmaine asks softly.
"Yes, and I'll bet he's waiting somewhere to scare us!"
"I guess we have no choice," you say, as calmly as you could. "We'll have to follow Kwan - down there!"
You take Charmaine's hand. You stare down into the gloom in horror. One step at a time, you climb down. Your hand touch the wall. It is cold.
Cold, wet and slimy.
You jerk your hand away.
It is becoming so dark now, you have to feel your way. The walls are still cold and wet. But now they seem to be moving.
In and out, in and out.
Like they are breathing!
Then you stop suddenly. Charmaine stumbles into your back.
The steps have ended. You are facing something solid. You take a deep breath and touch it.
Wood!
Another door, you pray.
Your fingers work their way across its surface. At last they found a metallic shape. This time it isn't a handle. It is a latch.
You lift it and the door swings open.
A murky light falls across your faces. You both blink after the darkness.
Both of you step out onto a stone floor. The cellar! Boxes and packing crates litter the room. All kinds of odd shapes are scattered about us.
A weak light is filtering down through a window high in the far wall. Strange shadows are everywhere.
Charmaine gasps, pointing.
You could see it, too. A round, human kind of thing. Just the chest and tummy of a person. With no arms. No legs.
You squint your eyes. Then you laugh.
"A tailor's dummy!" you explain. "It must have been left here years ago. They used to make clothes on them in the old days."
Charmaine's lips are trembling. "I don't like this place..."
