>>5450801The hallway in front of you has a couple of windows overseeing the backyard on its left, four weighty wooden doors on its right, and a final window at the end of the hall. If you recall correctly, your bedroom should be the third door on the right. Just after you start moving forward, however, you involuntarily shudder. You almost drop the box you're holding as a shiver travels down your spine. Hesitantly, you put the box down and glance to your right. The first door down the hallway. Something about it... feels wrong. Bad. <span class="mu-r"> You have a very bad feeling about whatever lies beyond it. </span>
You see a teenager standing in front of a dark, wooden door. He is staring at the door while taking heavy breaths, his face a mix of fear and annoyance at that fear. He reaches his hand out towards the brass handle.
>After a moment he takes hold of it and pushes the door open, determined to prove that there is nothing to be afraid of.>...And after several several seconds of struggle, withdraws it. There is no need to pick fights with one's instincts. They're there for a reason, aren't they?>Write-in 