My fingertips lick the freezing handle. I snatch it away as equally freezing wind sends ashes to skitter across the ground. I reach for the handle again. Only to pull it away.

Ehhhhh, I really shouldn’t do this.

I was considering entering a creepy house that probably belonged to hell for all I knew. Why in the world was I considering this in the first place? Usually any logical person would be like ‘fuck this shit I’m out,’ but then there’s me. Only me. The non-logical person looking for a non-logical adventure. I knew I should’ve—

The door swings on its hinges and I’m instantly sucked in. Heat sending chills down my neck to my toes. A slam rattling my insides as I clung to the ground. Ever so slowly I stand up to narrow my eyes at the door.

If I’ve watched enough movies, it’s obvious that doors gonna be locked. So should I try opening it? Nahhhh.

I glance at the flickering lamps and look at the corridor of open doors. To bad my social life isn’t in one of them.

I let my gaze follow the rug (probably haunted) to the end of the room. A huge Minecraft looking block sitting in its place. A simple button hovering over it with shiny red words that was made in ketchup,

“When one door closes, opens another.”

“Oh the irony in that sentence.”

I whistle, strutting towards the button.

In my opinion, it’d be a waste of time to look in the other rooms. It’d waste my energy for what’s to come once I press that button. Or maybe I’m just lazy. I shake my head. No no no no. Let’s stick with what I was first saying.

I breath out furiously, slamming the button. Tapping my feet to a random tune. Clicks that match my tune play from the box. Soon the whole hall is filled with it. Yet the lively sound drops into silence. And so do I.

Wind whips around me as I watch the hallway shrink. Freezing liquid soon takes its place as my back cracks against it. Yet I crawl onto a surface. Shivering. hopelessly trying to rub away the goosebumps. Which becomes impossible upon reading the words, that once again, are written in ketchup.

“Hope you’ve grabbed your materials from the doors. We’re about to have fun.”

“Oh. The irony.”