His hand was at the door knob, wrapped tightly around the golden painted knob. Curiosity would take him in. Honesty reigned him from the door. He could turn the knob. He could let go and walk away. Gripping tightly, he could feel adrenaline through his veins. He was totally silent. Curiosity got the better of him.

He turned and pushed. Overwhelming darkness. A pungent stench punched him in the face. Gasp. He took a step forward. The damp wooden floor creaked. Regretting his decision, he put his foot back.

Click.

The door slid shut - locked. No alternatives, just forward. One option. It was still pitch black. He had to take that step forward. Yes, and hope for light at the end of the tunnel. -

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Imply. Infer. See what you all can do with this abstract.
Dammit, more and more ambiguous posts now. haha.