• I walked down the anomaly of a corridor, the corridor that should not even exist according to the blue prints The more I journeyed down this mysterious corridor the less the doors and art work were, before I knew it I was in a plain dark corridor. With only bare bricks and wooden flooring to show that it was in fact a corridor.
    I hated the silence of the place. It felt freakish and creepy. I was about to turn back when I spotted something. A black door with a pint. When I say 'black' I mean the wood itself was black and I knew somehow that it was no wood I had ever seen before nor was it even from my world.
    The door itself looked stereotypically gothic with a small stain glass window located in the centre of the top part of the door. It was of a black dragon flying in a golden sky with a red sun. The sky itself was made up of yellow and orange swirls within each segment of glass. Below the dragon were three purple hills and a blue ocean with a black beach. I thought that the stain glass window was beautiful and bizarre.
    I looked down to look at the black doorknob. It was on a rectangular base. The mettle too did not look like it was from my world. The doorknob itself was moulded into a perfect black rose whose thorny roots looked as if it had been growing from the black mettle slab.
    I was about to open the door when, out of nowhere a black leather gloved hand hit my wrist out of the way. I knew that it could not have been my mother because the flesh on her hands were allergic to leather. I looked up and spotted a man in black executioners' robes was standing before my.
    "I would advise against that if I were in your shoes." he said. Instantly I razed my fists, preparing for a fight.
    "And why should I do that?" I asked.