You try to open the trapdoor. Though flimsy, it doesn't budge. So bust it open with one of your feet, falling off-balance into the room below. When you raise your head, you see several life-sized gold statues of people, some wearing Halloween costumes, in a variety of upright and fallen poses. As you stagger to your feet, you notice the trapdoor is back in place, preventing your exit.

You feel like your feet are cement, and as you look down, you see the floor is littered with shiny gold coins. Reaching towards the trap door, you fall over: you can no longer move from your place.

Beside you rests another statue, grasping for the trapdoor like you, and as your hands turn to solid gold, you try to grasp your new acquaintance's hand in the utter futility of the situation.

And the last thing you see is their hand in yours, in solid gold.

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