I had observed an old, dead-looking broom laying near the corner before I arrived, but now I noticed the old, dead-looking broom had a gold chain attached to it. The chain was pointing straight up, defying gravity, waiting for someone unlucky to pick up the broom and begin sweeping. I stepped away from it and approached the door, where a cacophony of noises came from above. When I looked up, there they were, those Bat-like creatures I had seen the day I was abducted, flying just above the roof, a couple perched at weird angles in various locations. When they saw me, they shrieked but did not attack.
I disregarded them as well and proceeded to the front door, where a sheet of white frigid flame protected the interior from intruders. This location was enticing in every way. When I went insi
