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You climb the creaky stairs that lead to the front door and rap the wrought-iron knocker. The door squeaks open slowly and you are greeted by what appears to be a bundle of rags and hair. After staring at it for a few moments, you realize with disbelief that the ill-smelling mound before you is alive. The hair parts and a face appears, crevassed with dirt-encased wrinkles. 'What do you want?' croaks the old woman, grinning a yellow, mirthless grin.

If you have met Jako, turn to 329.

If you have not, turn to 193.

Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Gary Chalk.