You step closer to the door, gently touching your fingers to it as you listen to the strange sound you heard vaguely from beyond it. As your ears hone in, a voice takes shape in the darkness.
"Hello, O weary traveler. What nasty business brings you to these depths? Surely you would like a rest? Please, come in, come in! I have tea, and cakes, and soft chairs. It may all be yours to share, O weary traveler. Please, come in!"
You do not answer the voice. After a moment of silence, the voice speaks again.
"Why do you hesitate, O weary one? I promise I do not bite! I have coffee, and bread, with butters and spread! Please, come in, share in my homely gifts and hospitible reclinings!"
You open your mouth to speak, and your tongue does not obey. No words escape you. After a moment of silence, the voice speaks again.
"Please, O weary traveler, won't you pity a poor old host? So rarely does a tasty young Hero such as yourself pass my humble abode. Will you not honor me with your presence? Will you not thank me for my gifts? Please, weary one, come in and be full!"
You cannot speak in response. Do you open the door? Or ignore it and delve deeper?