The voice from the recording of the tape player said in his horrifying, deep voice, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. You made it through the first three games. I knew you two would get through them. But fair warning, the next two won't be as easy as the others." The recording paused and continued even further, "In the fourth game, you have five minutes to solve this puzzle. Let the game begin."

The recording stopped and like the previous times there was a ding. Mrs. Hudson looked worried and turned her head to me then Sherlock. She asked nervously, "What is going on, Sherlock?"

No answer came from Sherlock as he made a dash to where the door was. It looked like it was up to me to reassure her that everything was okay, but unfortunately it isn't. I answered what was supposed to be for Sherlock, "This man we are dealing with is a gameplayer with no remorse. I thought I told you that."

Mrs. Hudson shook her head and said, "No, I can't remember. Everything seems to be happening all at once!"

I turned to Sherlock to see what he was doing. He had both his hands on the top nail of the door and was pulling at it. I thought he made need some help, so I rushed over to where he was. Sherlock retorted, "We have four more minutes left and you two keep talking? What a waste of time! We need to get these out. There's something above us that is coming down every minute of the five!"

With that, I began to work on the next nail just below him. As I was doing this, I turned to Mrs. Hudson who was desperately confused and said, "Hurry and help us! You got brought into this mess too. I am sorry, but you need to help Sherlock and I out!"

Mrs. Hudson cried, "Oh very well!" As she came over she held her index finger at me and said, "Don't think I am going to forget this, young man!"

"Yeah, okay. Thank you." I said impatiently, "Now help us out now."

My order finally went through to her and she began pulling on the third nail just below from mine. She was grunting as she tried pulling with all her might. She wondered out loud, "Why couldn't there be a hammer or a wrench to get these blasted things out?"

Sherlock, who kept pulling the first nail, turned at Mrs. Hudson and said, "Obviously! That would be a lot more easier, Mrs. Hudson. But, no... this man is

mostly based on survival. Now keep pulling these out. I finally got mine out just a bit more and with that a few more tugs should do it!"

With the few tugs he mentioned and did, the first one was out. Now he went to work on the fourth out of the seven bolted to the door. He muttered out loud, "We only have three minutes left..."

I was getting worried for Sherlock, yet the second nail finally was out so I went to work on the fifth one. Already I could feel that my hands were getting tired from pulling at nails that were the size of a small walnut. With all my mustering into bring my strength, I got the fifth nail out with only twelve tugs. I then worked on the sixth one as Mrs. Hudson was still working on the third and Sherlock was on the fourth. One minute passed and we had two minutes left till something from above us could kill us. I didn't want to bother looking up, but I could hear each clattering getting closer. So I didn't pause even if my right cut fingertips were damaged and were getting weaker each second I tugged. Finishing the sixth, I went onto the last and pulled it. Then I lost my bearings and fell on my butt on the wooden floor.

Sherlock was done with his nail and said, "John, don't fret. I'll get the last one."

He went on to the last nail and began pulling and asked, "Mrs. Hudson, how are you doing with yours?"

"Almost there, Sherlock! My fingers already getting tired. Not everyday, I stand on my tip of my toes pulling a bolted nail!"

I sighed as we were almost done. So I turned my head up to the ceiling and screamed. The whole ceiling was covered in metal sharp triangles that were focused pointing at us. Mrs. Hudson finally got the third one out, but Sherlock was still working on his.

"30 seconds, John and Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock said as he worked hard on the nail never turned his eyes away from the door. Mrs. Hudson screamed as she saw it and yelled, "Sherlock, hurry!"

After that Sherlock got the nail and exclaimed, "John, grab my scarf now!"

Then he opened the door and the ceiling stopped just when it got on top of the door. I gasped for breath and my movement finally came back. I went to where the torn scarf was. It was laying on the tape player. I grabbed it, but I saw the name on the duct tape placed on the side of the tape player. It read "Coroner". With that word, I thought about Sherlock's lover, Ms. Molly Hooper. I hope she was not kidnapped by this madman. Sherlock would be furious.

Sherlock yelled again, "Hurry up, John! Mrs. Hudson is already out of this room. Come on!"

He waited until I had my grip on the scarf then hurried into the door as Sherlock went in after me. Then he closed the door suddenly as he tied the worn scarf back around his neck. We all breathed in and out with such anxiety going through all of our nerves. The gameplayer was not lying on the fourth game being harder than the last three. I just hoped that the last one wasn't as dangerous.