Hrumph Alternate Ending

A shadow of a man stepped out of his car into the darkness, into a wind so strong it knocked him down as he battled to avoid flying branches and loose twigs. A few yards along the lane, he stopped. What was that noise? Then out of the dark, a large shape loomed towards him. Just in time, he bent low as a barn roof flew over the top of his head, almost slicing him in two.
What the hell? Harry Jewel cursed to himself.
Behind him, he heard a crack.
He turned to watch the roof tumble over and over, then smash into his car. From there, it disintegrated into countless pieces, with loose shards of wood flying over a hedge and into a neighbouring field.
Well! What a wreck! He wouldn’t be able to use that car again, not that it mattered, since it never
Hrumph! And as for that Mrs Pink! That woman! Who was she to look down her nose at him like he was a nameless, lowborn servant, barely better than a slave?
When he stared up at the house, his heart sank to his toes. Metal shutters covered the windows, and it was no different when he walked around the rest of the house. For a moment, he wavered on indecision. But then his heart skipped a beat when he strode up to the kitchen door.
Success at last!
In front of him was an old stable door; the top half made from glass panels and the bottom from wood. Through the glass, he could see the kitchen was empty as he expected this time of night.
First, he looked left, then to the right, and lastly behind him.
Without a moment's delay, he shifted his balance on to one foot as he used his elbow to smash the pane of glass. The storm deadened the sound of shards as they scattered on the floor although a loose fragment sliced into his cheek.
‘Hissss!’ he hissed when he felt a sharp stab of pain.
Ignoring the stream of blood that dripped onto the floor, he slipped his hand inside the crack and felt for the latch.
Click.
He
Jake and John watched anxiously by the mirror.
Hawk sat next to Lord Fox, and together they clenched their teeth.
In contrast, Mrs Chalk seemed distinctly calm. She glided in front of a screen which showed a close-up shot of Mr Jewel. For a while, she examined his face. Then she ran her frosted fingernail down his cheek. Her eyes turned sultry. Her chalk-white lips pouted sensually. Meanwhile, under her breath, she whispered, ‘Welcome to my parlour said the spider to the fly.’
It was pitch black in the hallway. Mr Jewel felt his way along the wall, and tried each door handle he found. That’s bizarre, he thought to himself. Why are all the doors locked?
So, the only way to go was up.
Gingerly, he made his way up one flight of stairs. He turned right, but the dining room door was locked so he retraced his steps and stepped towards the front lobby instead. A faint glimmer from a night light lit his way.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a face stare out of the dark. He jumped but laughed when he saw it was his own reflection in a mirror. Such a handsome face, or so he thought. Then he spat on his sleeve and wiped the dried blood off his face.
Five pairs of eyes stared at him the other side of the