3. The Choice
Amy grabs the keyring and scrambles out of the shack. She got what she came for, all she wants to do is get in, find Shannon, then get out. No need to invite trouble by going looking for it. Amy dashes back to the front door. She picks a large, brass key, and shoves it in the lock.
“Hey! How about a hello!”
The voice seemed to come from the door knocker, and had a bit of a cockney accent. Amy looks over to find that the demon face carved into the door is looking at her, a bit perturbed.
“Oh, hello, there.” Amy tries to be nonchalant about this. Something weird is going on around here, but that’s no reason to get flustered.
“I see you’ve got a key there.”
“I do indeed. Is it the right one?”
“Sure is. The question is, are you the right one to have it. Seems I recall seeing a keyring like that belonging to the butler. You wouldn’t have nicked it, would you?”
“Oh, of course not. I promise you, I’m absolutely supposed to be here.”
“I see. Well, supposing you weren’t supposed to be here. Right now, this would be the perfect time for you to make yourself not here any longer.”
“Huh?”
“What I’m saying is, if you were to take that key out of the lock, turn around, and head back the way you came, no-one would be the wiser. You could have a long and happy life and never come back here again. On the other hand, you could come in here,” he gestures with his eyes to the door he’s attached to, “and, well, who knows what could happen in there. You savvy?”
“I think I am…”
What should Amy do?