[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5JSIaUQ.jpeg[/img][/center] [h2][color=gray]P.G.101 -> C.G.115[/color][/h2] [@Squirrel98] [hr] The code was correct. As Amanda punched the keypad, it would appear as if nothing happened. Then, there was a [i]click[/i] on the other end of the line as Jackpot music played. Then, the floor within the phonebooth gave way, and Amanda was plunged into darkness. She would be in a freefall state for a few seconds before her feet would glide against the smooth plastic of a slide. The slide would slowly catch Amanda, softening her fall and taking her into several twists and turns in the darkness. Until, there was a faint light at the end of the slide that grew and grew, and Amanda came out of the horizontal, long end of the slide, her momentum ground to a minimum. She was now in a curious room indeed. For as far as she could see, there were rows of pools with their ladders, separated by a tiled lane with discreet drains. If she were to look to the left, the tiled lanes would extend about fifty feet, before they began to curl upward at a 90 degree angle. It was impossible physics that was hard to wrap her mind around, but if she were to walk along the lane, she would feel gravity shift with her, and she would be able to reach the staircases at the end. The staircase was well lit, with one ascending into light, the other descending into light. There were two options, without a discernible way to differentiate between the two. It was these choices that were presented to her as a way to move forward. Echoing through the poolroom was an old radio situated along one of the pool lanes. It buzzed with static, before it cut into a broadcast. [i]”As she wandered the haunted house, searching for the exit, she found a room filled with spices. ‘Seasoning for Humans’ That's what was written along the top of the spice cabinet. She screamed in horror, seeing jars filled with horrifying objects: blood, eyeballs, teeth. As she fled the room she had to wonder, ‘Who seasons humans with [b]teeth?[/b]’ …And thank you for tuning into our 32nd episode of ‘Hidden in the Haunted House.’ We hope you enjoyed this riveting tale. Stay safe, stay out of the dark!”[/i] [hr] [h2][color=gray]P.G.101[/color][/h2] [@Xandrya] [hr] Michelle would hear the floor give out in the phonebooth with a sudden thud. The phone itself would dangle by its cord, waving slowly back and forth at the edge of the yawning darkness below. The faint sound of Jackpot music could still be heard coming from the receiver. It would appear the puzzle in this room was complete, and the way forward, into the darkness, had presented itself. If Michelle would jump down, she would end up in room C.G.115 as well. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/uLx0Ahr.jpeg[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/EtJ6KbU.jpeg[/img][/center] [h2][color=gray]P.G.107, Kids Backroom -> F.Y.119[/color][/h2] [@Ocelot79] [hr] The moment Lucas devoured the sandwich, it was if a large [i]sigh[/i] escaped the room. His maddening hunger stopped. His vision began to slowly return to normal, the eye fading out in certain spots. As he snapped photos of the Morse code, the Polaroid popped out of the bottom. A few seconds of waving, and a picture began to appear. It showed the same wall that he saw with his own eyes. But instead of morse code, the polaroid showed a translation… [hider=What the Polaroid Deciphered] ONE LONG KNOCK, TWO SHORT KNOCKS OPEN THE DOOR. [/hider] And as he snapped photos of the eye, a curious thing would occur. As he waved the polaroid in the air, the image that appeared was a plain wall. Decorated, painted, yes. But no eye, no paranormal occurrences. And as he would raise his eyes to the eye of the wall, he would also noticed that, due to his normal hunger levels, the eye had disappeared. Lucas still had the candy bracelet, which could be used to stave away hunger later. If Lucas were to input the knocking code into the door, the door would swing open, revealing a small room with a single brown slide. Sliding down this singular slide, its twists and turns, would eventually allow Lucas to comfortably slide into a new room. It was a long tunnel, white tile along the sides and roof, broken up by the occasional yellow-ish light. A single ladder descended into black water, where light couldn't penetrative. It was cold. The ladder descended a meter or so, before it disappeared into the darkness. Trying to touch the bottom, on tip toes, or even dipping under the water for extra length, would prove useless; it was impossible to see, touch, or even [i]hear[/i] the bottom. Attempting to swim down to the bottom of the pool would only result in encroaching darkness, increasing pressure, and the burning need of oxygen. Regardless, it was possible to assume this water was deep. How deep, though, one could only guess. The tunnel went on until the horizon, blending in with the tile. There was no clear end, but it was the only way forward.