text: The old woman seems to think about your answer for a moment. “Nothing.” She says to herself before a ghostly smile twists her lips. “Nothing, yes I think that sounds right. Very good child. Thank you for answering poor Old Nana’s riddle. Now I can finally get some rest. You go on through the door now.” And with that, the rocking chair stops rocking and the ghost of the woman and her cat fade away into nothingness.
  
  
  Opening the door leads you to a staircase. As you descend these stairs you can hear all sorts of strange noises. Scuffling, squeaking, flapping of wings, hooting and howling, you expect to find a collection of animals caged at the bottom of the stairs. Instead you find a circular room with ten doors all the way around, each with a picture of a different animal engraved on the door.
  
  
  The noises begin to quiet down and the ghost of a dark haired, rather scruffy looking man appears in the centre of the room with a hawk perched on his arm. “So, you made it past Nana did you? Poor old bat’s been trying to solve that riddle for damn near fifty years now. Well I suppose it’s my turn then. Glad to meet you kid. I’m the games keeper here abouts. Master told me we had new company and he sent me down here with a riddle for you, to help you choose which door to go through. Give it a good think before you open one, alright?
  
  
  Wings as black as a moonless night.
  
  
  Only ventures in the light.
  
  
  Long tail, sharp teeth, legs of eight.
  
  
  Find my name or meet your fate.”
  > You open the door engraved with a Penguin
  You open the door to see nothing but darkness before you and the sounds of several different creatures fill the air once again, only now they sound louder, and angrier. “Sorry kid.” The games keeper says to you as the sounds draw nearer. “Even I can’t stop them now. They’re just so hungry.”
  
  
  Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your foot and you look down to see that a rat has come in through the door and bitten your toe. You manage to kick it away but more rats appear and you stumble backwards trying to keep them away from your feet. An owl flies at you out of the darkness and it’s talons scratch at you eyes. You try to shoo it away but see that your arms are covered in tiny black spiders which you frantically try to shake off. The spiders are the least of your worries though, since standing it the doorway is a great black bear which rises onto it’s hind legs and lets out the most terrifying roar. You are so distracted by the bear that you don’t even notice the wolf that is circling you until it sinks it’s teeth into your throat.
  
  
  As you lay dying on the ground, ripped apart by wild animals, the ghost of the games keeper steps over your body and shakes his head. "The Penguin door?" He asks himself with the most baffled expression on his face. "Why? Why would you choose the Penguin door?" I suppose he'll never know.