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Brenda Carlton
I just woke up.
Apparently, Croup and Vandemar drugged me and tied me up. And now we're in some creepy cellar.
They're looking at some paper and messing with knobs on this old furnace.
Mr. Vandemar
All those switches and number poems made no sense to me. Mr. Croup was the one to figure out how to use that furnace to open the secret room.
Once he got the tiny door in the furnace open, he crawled through. Brenda was already trying to wiggle away, but I caught her and shoved her through the hole after Croup.
I barely squeezed myself through after them.
Mr. Croup
Mr. Vandemar set Brenda on the little altar, setting off the lowering blade with the step-stone.
The door in the furnace closed. It didn't matter, since we just used the back door to exit, leaving Brenda to be sliced to bits.