Hall of Infinite Doors
The monkey seemed like it was having a tough time in this hallway, it was too large for it. On all fours, it was still almost too wide. It was obvious, though, that the blue monkey would try still to get John. So John jogged to the bottom of the staircase, using a glance at the monkey to justify the rest he was taking. The nails and boards hurt so much, he was dizzy with pain.
John's escape was not yet, over, though. The blue monkey walked through the nails and boards as if they were fleas. John turned and fled, as the blue monkey approached. Frightened by the sounds of the colossal creature, he ran up the stairs at full speed. He had forgotten the missing step, and his leg flew down it. John forgot the monkey as he heard the resulting crack.
It only took one look towards the monkey for John to know what he had to do. The monkey had a foul grin on its face, and stood at the foot of the staircase. It took one step, and the step broke, as did the second. John grabbed his leg and pulled himself to the top of the stairs. He was through the doorway when he chanced a look back. The monkey was too heavy for the staircase and whenever it tried to climb it, the staircase crumbed beneath him.
John couldn't watch any more. He pulled himself through their house and to the front door. It pained him to reach up and grab the handle, but he found an easy way to do it. He sat up against the wall like a child being punished and reached up over his head. He turned the door and as it swung outwards, he fell, too. He was in a complete mess. He was soaking, cut and bruised, and he had what was most likely a broken leg.
He crawled out of the house and onto the lawn, not bothering to close the door behind him. He saw his motorcycle in front of the house, which was not where he had left it. He heard the farmer's voice from within the shed.
"I see you are up early. Did you get a lot of sleep?" The farmer inquired, "I didn't, but I'm rather used to it now days, with so much work to do. I pushed your motorcycle to the house after I found our gasoline and filled it up. I couldn't push the truck, though, so if you could give me a hand, we'll fill that up, too."
The resulting silence made the farmer suspicious. "Did you go down in our basement?"
John's escape was not yet, over, though. The blue monkey walked through the nails and boards as if they were fleas. John turned and fled, as the blue monkey approached. Frightened by the sounds of the colossal creature, he ran up the stairs at full speed. He had forgotten the missing step, and his leg flew down it. John forgot the monkey as he heard the resulting crack.
It only took one look towards the monkey for John to know what he had to do. The monkey had a foul grin on its face, and stood at the foot of the staircase. It took one step, and the step broke, as did the second. John grabbed his leg and pulled himself to the top of the stairs. He was through the doorway when he chanced a look back. The monkey was too heavy for the staircase and whenever it tried to climb it, the staircase crumbed beneath him.
John couldn't watch any more. He pulled himself through their house and to the front door. It pained him to reach up and grab the handle, but he found an easy way to do it. He sat up against the wall like a child being punished and reached up over his head. He turned the door and as it swung outwards, he fell, too. He was in a complete mess. He was soaking, cut and bruised, and he had what was most likely a broken leg.
He crawled out of the house and onto the lawn, not bothering to close the door behind him. He saw his motorcycle in front of the house, which was not where he had left it. He heard the farmer's voice from within the shed.
"I see you are up early. Did you get a lot of sleep?" The farmer inquired, "I didn't, but I'm rather used to it now days, with so much work to do. I pushed your motorcycle to the house after I found our gasoline and filled it up. I couldn't push the truck, though, so if you could give me a hand, we'll fill that up, too."
The resulting silence made the farmer suspicious. "Did you go down in our basement?"