Dallastown Area High School - Spectator Yearbook (Dallastown, PA)

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“A gripping drama ... it grabs you by the throat and shakes and shakes and shakes and won’t let go ... it really cut me up.” Jack the Ripper ‘‘Stimulating . . . Forceful . . . Sensuous . . . Words cannot describe the feeling of pleasure I received from this book ... I was up all night reading it.” PlayGent “Nothing is Real.” Various Dallastown Students This book really helped me get my mind off my problems.” The Rocky Horror Review of Hooks 4

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IN SEARCH OF THE GOLDEN DOOR Prologue Once upon a time in a land the location of which was forgotten eons ago by the race of man, there existed a realm which was called the Mid- dle Kingdom. It was a carefree and lazy land, surrounded on all sides by seemingly impenetrable mountains, at the foot of which were deep, mysterious forests. This Middle Kingdom was inhabited by a race of short, man-like creatures, who were marked by their easygoing and naive manner. A peculiar rite of this folk was that at the advent of the autumn season the oldest of the land walked into the forests as if drawn by some instinctive call, never to return. As we visit this land now, it is again the time for this strange emigration into the unknown. Chapter 1 Brinsley Dustcnt was a typical member of his race, and it had been only three days ago when he, too, had felt that stirring within himself, that inner call which forced him to journey into the dark woods like so many before him. He, along with a group of others like him who had also heard the call, was nearing the end of his venture now, and soon he and his friends stepped under the cool shade of the tall trees that greeted him at the entrance of the forest. “Why should I go on?’’ he thought. “Forsooth, I have no desire to leave the comfort of the Middle Kingdom. I know everyone there, and I know my way through the paths of that land. Still, I just cannot make my feet move the other way!” Brinsley and his fellows wandered deeper and deeper into the forest, but they walked in no obvious direction. Occasionally they could glimpse the tall mountains through the tops of the trees as they drew nearer to them. Dusk soon fell, but the party kept walking, drawn by an irresisti- ble force. Before long they were completely surrounded by darkness, and Brinsley soon realized with a twinge of fear that he had been separated from his friends. Even so, he kept walking. Fearful apprehension caused a tingling at the base of his neck, and Brinsley got the feeling that the end of his journey was near. Then, without warning, his feet slipped and he tumbled headlong into the blackness. Soon Brinsley regained his consciousness. He shook his head several times to get his thoughts together and then he looked around.