I strolled into the room of questions and the walls were all shouting questions at me.

Questions lined the wall; questions creeped out from under the couch.

Question marks curled around me and questions not asked cleaned the floor.

Questions appear, as people say them.

A new question appears; the questions all bounce around it.

A shadow arches above, ready to kill the questions and break them apart.

Then the questions all rest into the walls, in a shape of a large question mark.