The locks refused the key.

We pulled a little, and the door fell down, rusted from its hinges.

Going in, I found but one man, old, blind, tongueless, and naked.

His hair dropped in stiffened mats below his waist.
His skin was like the parchment there.

He held his hands out, and the finger-nails curled and twisted like the claws of a bird.
I asked him where his companions were.