Mickey Madhouse

As the train of cars starts to vanish out of view, you begin to head towards the forbidden exit. The gate is marked with a strange “do not enter or else” sign that gives you the creeps, but you continue to rip away the yellow caution tape that is blocking off the door. You have been trapped in this awful, dark place for long enough. You try to open the gate, but the rust has locked it into place. After ten minutes of pushing and pulling, the gate suddenly swings open with a loud screech. You shine your flashlight on the two options that are now facing you.