I saw the mannequin rear its upper torso back and attempt to bring it's appendages down on me as if they were clubs. Not knowing what would happen, I sidestepped it and brought the wooden plank that Murphy had given me down on where I thought its head should be. The plank made contact with a sickening crunch as the mannequin let out a bloodcurdling groan of agony. Not wanting to repeat the experience I picked up a box of handgun bullets, which were filled with what appeared to be your average 9mm ammunition. I left the room to see what I could find to go back to the three-way intersection I had left, I continued dead ahead, back to the door I entered the hallway from. I exited through there and proceeded up to the third floor. Upon opening the door, I was greeted by more of the same silence. Looking to my right I noticed that the hallway had been barred by some weird gate resembling the entrance to a jail cell. A glint had caught my eye as I searched for a way to open the gate, it was a key. Lowering myself to the floor, I attempted to grab the key, but out of nowhere a little girl had appeared only to kick the key out of my reach. Giggling, she ran away. "Hey! Wait!" I called after her, but she had already faded back into the darkness of the hallway on the other side of the bars.
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