'Kind of weird looking, isn't it?' he says.
The words are hardly out of his mouth when the spine-chilling screech
cuts across the room.
Chug jumps with alarm. 'What's that,' he shrieks. He leaps so high his
head strikes the top of the doorway and he let out another howl.
Rubbing the top of his spaghetti-thin head he scowls and glowers at the
top of the doorway.
'What's happening? What's happening?' Sir Lumpalot yells from
behind. Slutter, Suzanne and Roger crowd forward to see better.
'I can't tell yet,' Stobey calls back over her shoulder, pointing. 'The
sound came from that corner. Let's see what's there.'
Stobey steps carefully over the sill, and is followed close behind by
Chug and the others. They tighten into a knot and, peering in all
directions, tiptoe toward the middle of the huge, shadowy dust-laden
room.
Without warning, another screech. Our friends grab each other. They
look around, then quickly up and down. They can't see anything that
might be causing the strange noise.
Slutter points. There, in the floor, near one of the walls, is a trap door.
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