A loud whoosh rattled the derelict hut as strong gusts spit out two boys, tumbling over each other in incoherent shouts.
The tangle of limbs separated and two pairs of eyes scanned their new surroundings. Grimy rags hung on metal rafters and mismatched books lined the walls.
“Where are we?”
“Better question…how do we get out?”
The boys stared at each other through identical panicked faces. No doors. No windows. No way out. They yelped when a voice boomed around them.
“Welcome, Occupants 706 and 707. I had waited years for this day. At last, the final two.”
© Jade M. Wong 2016
This was also written as a standalone sequel to No Trespassing.