The piece of pa­per disp­layed a pe­cu­liar se­quence of let­ters. Only on the edge was a read­able sen­tence:

You must think, or he'll van­ish be­hind the out­side.

As if re­mote-con­trolled, Danny looked up and saw some­thing that made him fi­nal­ly doubt his san­ity. His blood, which had ac­cu­mu­lat­ed on the ceil­ing, shaped into four words:

TAKE TO YOUR HEELS

Danny checked the win­dowsill, which was cov­ered with a thick lay­er of dust, so that the col­or of the wood was fad­ing be­yond it, lit­er­al­ly. A spi­der had made it­self com­fort­able in one of the cor­ners. Danny, how­ever, couldn‘t care less, be­cause there was some­thing writ­ten in the dust lay­er:

Why didn‘t you let me in?

He walked over to the tree at a dis­tance of a few yards and took a closer look at it. An ar­row was fresh­ly carved lat­er­al­ly into the bark, point­ing at the swamp­land. Some­thing, which was al­so carved into the bark only re­cent­ly, was writ­ten be­low the ar­row:

DON‘T LOOK FOR ME!

The piece of pa­per disp­layed a pe­cu­liar se­quence of let­ters. Only on the edge was a read­able sen­tence:

You must think, or he'll van­ish be­hind the out­side.

As if re­mote-con­trolled, Danny looked up and saw some­thing that made him fi­nal­ly doubt his san­ity. His blood, which had ac­cu­mu­lat­ed on the ceil­ing, shaped into four words:

TAKE TO YOUR HEELS

Danny checked the win­dowsill, which was cov­ered with a thick lay­er of dust, so that the col­or of the wood was fad­ing be­yond it, lit­er­al­ly. A spi­der had made it­self com­fort­able in one of the cor­ners. Danny, how­ever, couldn‘t care less, be­cause there was some­thing writ­ten in the dust lay­er:

Why didn‘t you let me in?

He walked over to the tree at a dis­tance of a few yards and took a closer look at it. An ar­row was fresh­ly carved lat­er­al­ly into the bark, point­ing at the swamp­land. Some­thing, which was al­so carved into the bark only re­cent­ly, was writ­ten be­low the ar­row:

DON‘T LOOK FOR ME!