Hall of Infinite Doors
He continued to the living room. He saw no doors here, so he went to the entrance of the building. He saw there was a door behind his shoes. He noticed the old man's shoes where not there, but paid no mind. He moved his shoes out of the way, and opened the door. He was rewarded with the entrance to the basement.
"Great", he thought, "Mission accomplished." He would look at the basement and head back to his room and never be caught.
He took a step into the basement and noticed how dark it was. Squinting into the dark, he saw the outline of a lantern. He had nothing to light the lantern with, so he returned into the kitchen until he found a cabinet with matches. He returned to the cellar door and lit the lantern. There was a small glow, and suddenly the light jumped and caught, revealing an old looking stairwell. He pocketed the matches, thinking he'd return them on the way back up.
On his way down, he saw and lit two more lanterns. He was almost to the bottom of the stairwell when one of the steps collapsed beneath him. The rot seemed to have worn it away so much it gave way without much weight at all. He carefully removed his foot and climbed down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom to take in the view. There was a small, narrow hallway with wooden boards covering a dirt floor. He supposed this was just a hallway leading to the real cellar, so he walked down the hallway, noticing writing on the wall that said, "Get out!" and "Walk no further!"
This was humorous to John. No small writing was going to turn him back. He was just going to take a peek and return quickly. He looked at the ceiling as he walked when he ran into something sharp. His reflexes send his body backwards. From the dim light of the lanterns, so far away now, he could see boards and nails sticking out of the walls and the shadows they cast.
He nursed his wound, which was not serious, and simply shimmied his way between the extrusions of both walls. At the end of the hallway, there was hardly any light with the exception of light that poured from the wall which outlined a door. He reached for the door handle, but he found he was unable to open it. It was locked.
"Great", he thought, "Mission accomplished." He would look at the basement and head back to his room and never be caught.
He took a step into the basement and noticed how dark it was. Squinting into the dark, he saw the outline of a lantern. He had nothing to light the lantern with, so he returned into the kitchen until he found a cabinet with matches. He returned to the cellar door and lit the lantern. There was a small glow, and suddenly the light jumped and caught, revealing an old looking stairwell. He pocketed the matches, thinking he'd return them on the way back up.
On his way down, he saw and lit two more lanterns. He was almost to the bottom of the stairwell when one of the steps collapsed beneath him. The rot seemed to have worn it away so much it gave way without much weight at all. He carefully removed his foot and climbed down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom to take in the view. There was a small, narrow hallway with wooden boards covering a dirt floor. He supposed this was just a hallway leading to the real cellar, so he walked down the hallway, noticing writing on the wall that said, "Get out!" and "Walk no further!"
This was humorous to John. No small writing was going to turn him back. He was just going to take a peek and return quickly. He looked at the ceiling as he walked when he ran into something sharp. His reflexes send his body backwards. From the dim light of the lanterns, so far away now, he could see boards and nails sticking out of the walls and the shadows they cast.
He nursed his wound, which was not serious, and simply shimmied his way between the extrusions of both walls. At the end of the hallway, there was hardly any light with the exception of light that poured from the wall which outlined a door. He reached for the door handle, but he found he was unable to open it. It was locked.