Secret Door

Jack was going downstairs. It was really dark

he was just guessing his steps and moving carefully. As he came down the stairs there was nothing but a long corridor. He was standing at the end of the stairs and a cold mist of air swept from his hair smoothly. It was as dark as the night decided to not let the morning arrive.

Jack was trying, but his feets barely wanted to take even a single step. He was cold from inside, but sweat was dripping of his face. The regret, why he came here was shown on his face, covered with sweat and no dryness.

He saw to his left and then to the right, questioning himself where to go. Finally he decided to go to the right. He started moving forward with a heavy heart and his heavy feets. He just wanted to escape from this situation. He wanted to go back to home. He moved slowly through the dark stony corridor

all filled with quietness. The silence was only broken by his footsteps echoing.

Suddenly, a door was visible to him at the

end of dusty corridor. Jack ran towards the door his footsteps echoed louder, and stopped in front of the door. As soon as he stopped, the door creaked open itself.