The morning sun climbed over the trees, stabbed through the window at the top of the stairs and struck the front door. At once a loud clack announced the release of the lock, on the door and the closing of the lock of the spell. Having failed to solve the witch’s riddle and escape the house before the dawn, Peter was now stuck in this body forever. The witch’s new lure, destined to spend her nights coaxing foolish men like she had once been into this same house where she would collect that most critical of spell ingredients her mistress needed. Their semen.
Those men would go home, satisfied and unaware that they had been harvested. By the next morning, they will have forgotten the encounter entirely.
Peter, however would never forget. Never forget how she had once been a man with a career, a fiance, and bright future. Never forget how an idle boast to a strange old woman about his skill with escape rooms had peaked her interest.
The woman invited Peter to try his skill on her own game and he had foolishly accepted. It wasn’t until his body changed and she explained the stakes that he had realized his peril.
All night he followed clues solved puzzles, getting past barrier after barrier until only the front door remained. But time had run out. In the morning light he saw the symbols that had been obscured in moonlight. The solution had been so simple. Now Peter will never forget.