Stream of Knowledge

I opened the door, to my horror, a few skeletons lay there, chained on the wall. Okay, time to recap. I and my friends, Jack and Peter, were playing around an old, abandoned mansion. We were told that no one was allowed to enter. However, curiosity overcame us and we picked the lock, granting us entrance into the sacred lair of the unknown. At the sight of the skeletons, the three of us were completely stunned. Our jaw hung wide open for a few minutes before we came back to our senses. My sixth sense told me that something was about to go wrong, so I urged the other two to back out of the mansion. “Don’t be such a chicken,” said Jack, with a shaky voice. “Aren’t you scared too?” I challenged him. “Yes, but we might never get the chance to explore here again if we leave now.” “…All right, but we leave as soon as the first sign of danger shows.” We ventured deeper into the mansion. The design looked like some sort of torture room, or a prison. Even though I was afraid, I was eager to di