In a little bit of amazement and curiosity I inspected the door a little further. On the perimeter of the door could be found a type of script in a language I could not make out. At each of the corners there were gold protectors with more leaf patterns engraved in them. At the bottom of the door I could see that all of the fog was coming from the basement.
At this point, my curiosity mounted and I thought this must be a dream and that meant the possibilities were endless as far as what could be behind that door. I slowly began to knock at the door and a loud deep voice from out of no where began reverberating deeply as if like a very old bell, “Does it know what lies beyond this door?“ Followed by this I said, “Who's there?” Again the deep voice bellowed, “Does it know what lies beyond this door?” even louder then it had the first time. Starting to get frustrated I yelled no, “No I don't, who are you and why is this door different?”
This creative writing is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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