Evelyn and Penelope slammed the heavy library doors shut behind them. “Are there any other doors in here, Ev?” Pen asked, maneuvering around a bookshelf in the dark, a cacophony of crashing noises filtering into the library from the living room.

“I-I don’t know. I was told not to come in here.” She shuddered as she brushed the book-covered walls with her outstretched hands, “Oh, I hope there’s a way out.” She whispered. “Do you think we’ll be found in here?” Pen only groaned in reply, her foot colliding with something hard.

“I haven’t found a single door, Ev!” she hissed, “There has to be a light in here somewhere!”

Ev’s fingertips brushed against the familiar shape of a lightswitch, which she promptly flicked on. A few dim bulbs in antique ceiling lamps sputtered to life. Books on shelves lined the walls, all dusty. There were, thankfully, two sets of doors in the room. They hurried towards the one ahead of them. A cracking sound made them pause and turn.

A huge, gnarled claw protruded from the door.