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Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll go through the door. I said firmly, frustrated that my friends were making fun of me. I slammed the door open. It was another dusty old room covered in white sheets just like the rest of the house. I walked in and immediately felt off, as a spiritual person, I took that as a bad sign, but I kept going, I had to prove them wrong. Then I started to feel dizzy, my vision started to blur. Get out of here! Said a solemn, worried voice in my mind as I felt myself fall towards the firm, grimy, wooden floor of the ancient house. The last thing I heard before I passed unconscious was my head hitting the floorboards, and cockroaches scurrying away. I needed to get out, but it was too late, I had already crossed the threshold. I don’t know how long I was unconscious but when I woke up, I was on a fancy carpet with white and gold details. The walls were tall and rounded with arches that looked straight out of a mansion in a history book, I looked around and there were potted plants on my sides. The short hall was dimly lit, but there were large windows on my right side. I sat up and faced a set of double doors, standing luxurious and proud. I was dazed. Am I...dead? I thought to myself. An aching pain shot through my head, I winced. I guess not. I looked around, there’s no other door except for the double doors in front of me. Where was I? What was going on? Why was I here? I stumbled to the doors as I was still dazed and confused, but before I got to it, I heard something. It was faint but I could still make it out. Was that...I opened the doors as a rush of chilled air came 105
