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The locked door/ intro |
| Written by JD Kelly | |
| Sunday, 18 May 2008 | |
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At the end of a dimly lit hallway stood a locked door. There was nothing significant about this door. Structurally it was the same as most. Six raised panels made of hard painted wood with a single cylindrical antique brass knob. The door was hung on the left side (with three typical brass hinges) and swung into the hall. There is no word better to describe this door than the word plain, no elaborate carvings dawned its surface nor was there any decorative moldings tracing its jamb. There were many doors in the cabin and like the main entrance, each of them was left open. Only this particular door had been left sealed, locked tight from any intrusions. Why? Or Who for that matter? Was it the cabins previous owner who kept the key buried with him beneath ecklin's cemetery or maybe some traveler, lost and weary from the rigors of the mountain rested his head behind this door and never woke. Maybe the door had simply been locked by mistake and merely guarded an empty room. Just cold darkness trapped for decades. Waiting to escape and fill the lungs of the person who finally picks the lock and discovers the secret of this ordinary door that's locked presence was so unordinary. Copyright 2008 JD Kelly |
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