You enter the Great
Hall. The rafters are covered with cobwebs. Bats hang from
the rafters. Water drips from holes in the roof. A chill breeze
blows from nowhere. Bones of small creatures -- and some not so small
-- litter the slime-covered paving stonees.
"BWA-HA-HA-HA!" a boom voice echoes. A greenish cloud resembling a suit of armor without a helmet charges toward you. You realize that you can see the wall through his body. Then he charges through you. The hairs on your back rise and your pulse races a hundred beats per minute. In the center of the cavernous chamber is a small table. You help yourself to the cookies and coffee and read the flyer. The owner is asking three hundred and sixty-nine thousand for this dump. It makes you want to scream. You head west (and how often do you use compass directions in a house? It's a BIG place!). |