Jude closed the book.
He turned towards the older Jude.
"Why?"
The older man looked at him.
"Because the child was the only one who could open the fourteenth door."
"And what is behind it?"
The older man looked towards Sol.
"Everything we lost."
A loud cracking sound came from the corridor.
The walls began to split.
Silver roots emerged through the wooden boards, twisting around the pictures.
The women cried out.
Jude rushed towards the doorway.
"What is happening?"
The older Jude looked at the ceiling.
"The house has heard us."
A bell rang from beneath the floor.
Then another.
The fourteenth door began opening wider.
Sol suddenly ran towards it.
"NO!"
Jude lunged and caught him around the waist.
The boy struggled.
"Let me go!"
"Sol, stop!"
"I have to!"
"You don't have to do anything!"
The boy turned towards him.
His eyes were filled with tears.
"It's calling me."
Jude tightened his hold.
"Then let it call."
Sol shook his head.
"You don't understand."
