New words - We shall try opening the door with the key we found before, shan't we? - I said. Her hands clasped mine: "We shouldn't do this, my friend. Allegedly, this cave is full of traps, and it was too easy to find this key. It's a trap, we shouldn't insert it into the keyhole". She raised the torch higher and stirred the staled air. - I can't help thinking that somebody's glaring at us. - she clutched the torch more firmly and swung it twice with force. - Hey! Come out! Nobody responded. I had the same disagreeable feeling of being watched by someone. Someone obviously evil but not powerfull enough to harm us at the moment. - Ann, look here at the door. It seems there's wax on the door plate. A lot of wax! Ann stopped swaying the torch, and with inherent scrupulosity started investigating the plate. We found several scratches that turned out to be a series of ragged dashes made by a trembling arm. A lone reckless adventurer left a simple but horrid message for us: "RUN".