Freewriting #4 (Closed Doors)

At the very end of the hall, past miles of panelled-wood walls and shaggy carpeting, stood a narrow door. It looked unassuming enough; a little rusty at the hinges, a few chips in the varnish, but nothing sinister. The only thing that appeared slightly off was the semicircle of discolouring in the carpet in front … Continue reading Freewriting #4 (Closed Doors)

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