No one really liked to talk about the door in Grandma’s house. Everyone know about it; it sat at the end of the hallway by the radiator, leading to a room that no one had been in. But for some reason, it gave everyone just a horrible feeling, so much so that they didn’t even like to look at it. But one day, little Roland made the brave leap forward.
Despite all of his instincts telling him to leave, he went to the door one day and peeked through the keyhole. There was nothing to be seen but a dim yellow light, yet even that sent shivers down his spine. After several deep breaths, he gripped the handle and opened the door.