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You snatch the whistle to your lips and blow. Instantly, the slimy creature rears up, its short rubbery legs scrabbling the air in agony as the ultra high-pitched sound destroys its sensitive nervous system.

As it twists back on itself, its head disappears into the misty ceiling. There is an ear-splitting crack and blue lightning engulfs the creature, crackling snake-like around its neck, and filling the corridor with the stench of burning meat. The creature thrashes wildly for several minutes, and when its gruesome dance finally ends the canopy of mist is no longer there. In the darkness above, you see a walkway and an observation platform.

If you wish to climb the body of the dead worm and pull yourself on to the platform, turn to 294.

If you prefer to climb over the carcass and continue along the corridor, turn to 46.

Text copyright © 1986 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1986 Gary Chalk.