Hall of Infinite Doors

the over whelming smell coupled with your innate fear of everything dark urges you to close the dense door and never return to such an enigmatic oppurtunity as the one the lead door offers you.Without another hesitation, you strain your sinewy little arms in the Herculean task of undoing what you have already done (or rather what you started to do but couldnt finish).The sound of hinges and bolts creaking under the door's weight is reminisent of your will bending knee to the panic instilled in your little clay heart...FINALLY!!you eventually manage to shut the door ,proving that just because you are a coward doesnt mean you do away with your manners.Go now mortal and pick another door.