The door loomed before him. Locked... it was always locked.
Why the hell could he not know what was behind there... in the room.
Forbidden, he'd been told. All the more enticing
He touched the dark oak, ran his fingertips over the smooth, solid surface.
He pressed his face against the wood. It felt warm, inviting...
'Come in,' it seemed to whisper.
He pushed gently on the fine paneling and the door swung open.
He inhaled a sharp breath of surprise, yet still stepped inside the room.
The door clicked shut behind him.
His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the various shapes in the dark.
A chair? A couch? Something tall, shrouded. A wardrobe perhaps?
He felt drawn to it; his trembling, curious hand stretched out.
A chill touched his spine and he drew back.
The tall shape moved... towards him. 'You're here,' it whispered.
'I've been waiting...'
He shrieked, he stumbled, and backed up against the door.
He fumbled for the doorknob, turning it, twisting it, pulling, pulling...
The shape reached for him, enveloped him in its darkness, muted his screams.
The door loomed before her. Locked ... it was always locked...