The day the soldiers came, the door unlatched from the wall.

The old oak had vines carved around the border,

and it was painted over with a thick dark brown coat, that made me nervous to touch.

As it opened a certain screech came out of it, that made me know it was not ready to open.

A cool wisp of wind brushed through the crack and made me feel wary of what was through the frame. As I stepped through the atmosphere changed, the comforting warmth and familiarity of the room evaporated into the uncharted territory of the long corridor that appeared.

Not knowing where it ended I was prompted to move forward and find out, but as I did the door closed behind me. It blocked me off from the old room,and left me exploring in the new one.

Oil lamps swayed as their fluorescent light dimly light my path, there was a brisk fog that clouded their glow. I found that this new land, was just a hallway. For, the floors where a rich brown matching the door I had come through, and small rugs here and there would brush and warm my feet. As I thought I knew what I had gotten myself into, a steep hill with indents interrupted my first feeling of comfort. It started off simple, but as I progressed the long staircase never seemed to end.

Constantly going up them, one after another.

Again, and again, stair, after stair.

I was beginning to give up on the end.

And the lights that light my path began to flicker out of life.

I just kept blindly walking hoping for the end.

A lot of twists and turns.

A lot of stairs.

A cold wind.

A lot of Walking.

A lot of Wind.

Sweat slid down my face along with tears that seemed to never stop trickling.

I wanted to stop, the hallway looked as it went on forever, but as I chose to regroup my thoughts and inhale the cool thick wind, I regained strength, opened my eyes, and there stood the door to the end. The door looking the same as the first one, opened up to the room where it all began, but it was not familiar. It was the same, but I did not feel the same, the warmth was gone in remembrance of what happened on the other side of the door, and as I walked away I hoped that it never opened again, for the feeling of being alone was too much.