The Second Room
Paul awoke to four mirrored panels surrounding him and he looked at his face; sweaty and battered, because it had a mark like someone drew a line in the middle of his eyes while they were closed. "Is this some kind of game?" shouted Paul, while the mirrored panels dropped into the floor quickly, stopped on a spring and fell perfectly into place, creating a flat floor below him and revealing another room. On his right was a door with four digit panels and a numpad below them. He looked around the room and on the walls were specific writings with numbers and words. The wall to the left of the door said, "1. Say..." The wall to the right of the door said, "2. Aloud," He looked around for anything else to help him, but he didn't see anything. He grabbed his head because it was flaring from overload, so much pressure his eyes just leak tears. He kicked his chair over to relieve his tension. The chair fell over showing the final message: "3. Last one four." He screamed in agony when he didn't put it together so soon like the other one. Is it letters? Is it the numbers? What could possibly justify this stupid puzzle? He stared at the messages in astonishment, "Could they be a cipher? No, they weren't scrambled or anything. It must be talking about syllables if its verbal," he thought to himself slowly putting things together. "If that were the case, the first one would be one, the second one is two, and the third is one." he noted. The last message doesn't match with the number of syllables, a paradox? "Is this a warning that I've done it wrong, or is it the right way, and if that is the case; what is going on here." he pondered while walking over to the door. He put the code, one two three four, into the door and stepped back. The panels all flashed green, and then all the lights in the room started flashing rapidly. Paul fell back as his head went on a rollercoaster and everything faded to black.