Through the corridor past the main hall
There are two doors opposite each other
I walk to the door on my left to examine it and notice
The paint has been chipping away
The handle itself appears as if
The pressure of my hands would cause it to collapse.
There is a strange eerieness as I look upon this door
Yet I am drawn to it as if being pulled towards this door by gravity
So I take a step closer
Compelled by an insatiable curiousity to discover
What's behind it.

I stretch out my hand towards the tarnished brass
When I pause for a moment...

I look behind my shoulder towards the other door
A strange sensation overcomes my mind
Something is telling me not to open this decaying door-
Where are these thoughts coming from?
I turn around to examine
And see the exact same door except
This one seems to be better kept
The paint is smooth and even
The handle looks sturdy and secure
I can see a white light peeking underneath the door itself
As if whatever was behind it was illuminating the entire room.
I look upon this door and feel safe.

My mind struggles
I feel that for whichever door I open
I am destined to continue through
No matter what I see inside,
I cannot go back...
My heart yearns to open the door to the lighted room
But I am so tempted to see what is contained in the other

I close my eyes and spin myself into a dizzying frenzy
I spin and spin
And with my outstretched hands
I blindly grasp towards a door handle and turn it...
I take cautious steps as
I keep my eyes shut so tight...

Which door did I choose?
I can't tell....

I open my eyes slowly
Letting myself adjust to the surroundings
Easing my equilibrium from it's vertigo
And I look around...





I am home.

nice write

suspenseful write, nice

very nice and welcome