The four frantic lads raced toward the door with every ounce of strength and every measure of speed they were able. Behind them, their enemies, by the volume of the noise the boys heard, were rapidly closing in on their location. The door seemed to be moving farther away as they tried so desperately to reach it. Their legs became heavy and harder to pick up. Mortons throat burned, and he was afraid his lungs were going to collapse and leave him sprawled upon the green glowing floor, only to be surely be eaten by these creatures.
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