Hall of Infinite Doors
Only the farmer and John were left in the room now.
"Well, you'd best be off to bed", he said, "Thank you for your music and stories."
"Thank you for the same thing", John replied "I don't want to leave, almost, but I have very important business I have to attend to."
"I understand. I will find the gasoline for you and you can stay the night in our extra room. It's the second room to the left up the stairs you see over there." the farmer pointed.
"Goodnight", John said. The farmer said goodnight to him, so he started in the direction of the stairs. He was half way there before he heard the farmer's voice.
"One more thing", the farmer said coldly, "Do not go in our basement." The farmer said this in such a voice, John froze where he was and shuttered. He nodded silently and continued to the stairs. He could almost feel the eyes of the farmer on his back as he climbed to the top. He turned left and found his room.
The door creaked open and revealed a small, simple room with one window facing the street John had walked here on. The bed was small, but when John pushed his hand on it to test it, it sunk nicely. John closed the door and disrobed, stripping down to his boxers. He slid into the bed and found it was quite comfortable and he was more tired than he had known. He closed his eyes, knowing that sleep would come instantly for him, being so tired and having such a work-filled day.
But it didn't. John laid in the bed examined small spots on the ceiling. The comforter was warm, the bed was nice, and John was tired, but as comfortable and as safe as he felt, John was unable to fall asleep. John's mind began to wander after minutes of no sleep crawled by.
"Well, you'd best be off to bed", he said, "Thank you for your music and stories."
"Thank you for the same thing", John replied "I don't want to leave, almost, but I have very important business I have to attend to."
"I understand. I will find the gasoline for you and you can stay the night in our extra room. It's the second room to the left up the stairs you see over there." the farmer pointed.
"Goodnight", John said. The farmer said goodnight to him, so he started in the direction of the stairs. He was half way there before he heard the farmer's voice.
"One more thing", the farmer said coldly, "Do not go in our basement." The farmer said this in such a voice, John froze where he was and shuttered. He nodded silently and continued to the stairs. He could almost feel the eyes of the farmer on his back as he climbed to the top. He turned left and found his room.
The door creaked open and revealed a small, simple room with one window facing the street John had walked here on. The bed was small, but when John pushed his hand on it to test it, it sunk nicely. John closed the door and disrobed, stripping down to his boxers. He slid into the bed and found it was quite comfortable and he was more tired than he had known. He closed his eyes, knowing that sleep would come instantly for him, being so tired and having such a work-filled day.
But it didn't. John laid in the bed examined small spots on the ceiling. The comforter was warm, the bed was nice, and John was tired, but as comfortable and as safe as he felt, John was unable to fall asleep. John's mind began to wander after minutes of no sleep crawled by.