"Yes," said Jeffery. "He went down the Grand Red Hallway. It's a little ways away from here but there are a few doors that can get us there. We'll take Emily's vehicle."
William was directed from the pier back to the beach, where a red convertible sat glistening in the sun light. "I'm driving," said Jeffery. Emily handed him her keys. "I call shotgun," said Emily, smirking. Jeffery strapped his sniper rifle onto his back and then started the car. William sat in the back.
The people on the pier all watched as the convertible drove off. Many of them waved happily. The sun still seemed to be setting.
Emily reached over and turned on the
radio. Jeffery shut it off. Emily turned it on again. Jeffery turned it off one more time, aggressively. Emily snickered.
"Sorry about that Jeffery. Or Jeff. Is it alright if I call you Jeff?" Jeffery frowned and tightened his grip on the wheel.
Emily smirked and looked at the sunset. William noticed that Emily didn't seem playful like Jessica was. She was almost antagonizing Jeffery. Emily took a few pictures of the sunset, and then William, and then the beach. Some seagulls happily flew over their head. There were surfboards shoved into the trunk so that it couldn't be closed properly.
The beach was littered with the occasional house. These houses were massive, and even the smallest ones easily qualified as mansions. Finally, they arrived at one house that was painted green and was easily seven stories high. Jeffery led Emily and William to the front door. "This door goes into Ghost Room 7B," said Jeffery. "It's not the easiest of the doors to go through on the Grand Red Hallway, but we'll have more time to prepare before he reaches the end of the hall. I'm fairly certain that he's passed the GRH Gas Station already, and getting through La-ach' Voola Pestapepe would take too long. Anyways, I'll throw open the door, you two run, I'll cover your backs, we'll be on the other side in five minutes. Got it?"
"No," said Emily.
"Excellent." Jeffery threw open the door and thrust them inside of the room. Instead of the inside of a beach mansion, they were in a steel chamber. Terrible scream escaped from the walls. Mist blocked most of William's vision. Emily grabbed William's hand and led him to the exit, which was only about 20 meters away. Suddenly, a hooded figure riding on a three legged lion emerged from the mist. His face wasn't visible, but his eyes were a glowing, blood red, just like the lion's. The figure was holding a flail.
"Why must you pass?" it wailed at William.
"Jeffery?" asked Emily, shaking. Jeffery didn't respond.
"WHY MUST YOU PASS?" it held the flail up and pointed it at William and Emily. Emily gripped her sniper rifle tightly.