Hall of Infinite Doors
He slowly uncovered himself and got out of bed. At this point, adrenaline had kicked in to replace his lack of sleep and he was fully awake. He realized it was a smart decision to put his clothes on for the trip. He quickly slipped into his clothing, socks, pants, shirt, belt, he was ready to go.
He opened his door very slowly, reminding himself there was a creak that was emitted with movement of the door. He started very slowly opening the door, but couldn't bear to hear the creak go on for so long, so he quickly but gently swung the door open and held it at a standstill. So far so good, he thought to himself.
He walked as lightly as he could down the hall, noticing he had no shoes on. This made it easier. He took extra care when passing by the bedroom between his and the stairs. When he had reached the stairs, he felt more free. Nobody would catch him. He'd just take a look and then return to bed. He had to be quick, because he didn't know what time these people woke up. He looked at his watch. 5 minutes to 4:00. Had he really stayed up that late?
He carefully sneaked downstairs. He had no clue where the basement was. He decided he would start in the rooms he had already been. He headed towards the dining room, but he saw a door when walking to it. He opened the door just a small amount, and peeked inside. He couldn't see anything, so he opened it more. A broom that was resting against the door slid and fell crashing to the floor. John froze. He could hear nothing, so slowly he lowered himself to the floor and returned the broom the the closet it was in.
John considered turning back at this point, but couldn't bear to after replaying the cold voice in his head. "Was the man perhaps doing something illegal?" He had heard of farmers growing illegal substances in the middle of their fields, but unless he had fields in his basement, it was unlikely. He moved into the dining room. The farmer must have cleared the table of the dishes after he went to his room, he thought, because the dinner table was barren.
He opened his door very slowly, reminding himself there was a creak that was emitted with movement of the door. He started very slowly opening the door, but couldn't bear to hear the creak go on for so long, so he quickly but gently swung the door open and held it at a standstill. So far so good, he thought to himself.
He walked as lightly as he could down the hall, noticing he had no shoes on. This made it easier. He took extra care when passing by the bedroom between his and the stairs. When he had reached the stairs, he felt more free. Nobody would catch him. He'd just take a look and then return to bed. He had to be quick, because he didn't know what time these people woke up. He looked at his watch. 5 minutes to 4:00. Had he really stayed up that late?
He carefully sneaked downstairs. He had no clue where the basement was. He decided he would start in the rooms he had already been. He headed towards the dining room, but he saw a door when walking to it. He opened the door just a small amount, and peeked inside. He couldn't see anything, so he opened it more. A broom that was resting against the door slid and fell crashing to the floor. John froze. He could hear nothing, so slowly he lowered himself to the floor and returned the broom the the closet it was in.
John considered turning back at this point, but couldn't bear to after replaying the cold voice in his head. "Was the man perhaps doing something illegal?" He had heard of farmers growing illegal substances in the middle of their fields, but unless he had fields in his basement, it was unlikely. He moved into the dining room. The farmer must have cleared the table of the dishes after he went to his room, he thought, because the dinner table was barren.