The group returned to Room 12, the room in the corridor that headed south, just around the corner from the ossuary. The metal-banded oak door to the room was still in the same position it had been left at, open. Inside the doorway was a jumbled blockade of broken furniture stacked floor to ceiling: chairs, table parts, a broken armoire, ends of barrels, jagged steel bands that might serve as a weapon, and a featherbed that was ripped open and dripping downy white feathers. The furniture seemed rickety, as if it might topple when touched. Certainly, the armoire--though broken--looked heavy enough to injure someone if it were to fall on top of them.
There were gaps between the broken bits of furniture, and inside the room all was dark.