Maybe it was the box in front of the house with large red, runny, letters proclaiming me to enter. Or maybe it was the blue door, that looked far too new to be attached to this house. It could have been the crumbling brick that made up the entirety of the house, or the crumbling bricks that sat outside the small building. It called to me, pushed me to it’s bidding, begging me to enter. It probably hadn’t been the best idea to enter, in hindsight, I could have made a much better decision. This wasn’t some knock off horror movie and I wasn’t some cliche chick who made the wrong choices and got myself killed. The moment my hand touched the cold and black knob I knew I had royally screwed myself over. Mistakes had been made and this just happened
