Room 10

. . . a room that smelled of paint.

Faint voices, apparendy in an argument, came from behind the locked door.

"You know," said one, "that sounds like us in there . . ."

They tried the door but, naturally, it wouldn't open. The voices stopped when the doorknob rattled.

One picked up the umbrella. “It may rain where we’re going."

I signaled my approval and, after a short rest, we came to. . .

Door 34 - Door 41 - Door 14