by Aster Blackwell | Score: 6650
The darkness had a tangible feeling to it. It wasn't just the absence of light, it was a presence. Perhaps a sentient one. It was moving in a rythmic way, almost like breathing or the beat of a heart, but nothing like either of those things at the same time.
I closed the door. I moved down the hall and tried the next one.
"Hi, are you here as a business consultant? We've been waiting for you for 15 minutes and we have to say we're quite disappointed you're late... could you please take a seat?"
I snapped the door closed and darted three doors down, afraid that the strange man in the strange suit would come after me. He didn't, of course. Nothing comes out of the doors.
I opened the next one. It was white and simple, like a door you'd find in a household. Inside of it was a simple bathroom, with a toilet and a clean counter. A half rolled tube of toothpaste sat next to the sink. I stared at it for a moment. I closed the door.
I had my hand on the next handle when I heard the sound of shattering glass behind it, and yelling. I decided not to bother and moved to the next. Behind it, I found a shoe shop. There was a very small person with their back to me, hard at work polishing shoes. I backed out of the door quietly, so as not to disturb them.
The next door produced an egg in a nest of large branches. It was huge, shiny, and gold. I was tempted to touch it but as I started to move my hand towards it, I heard the whooshing of huge wings. I dashed back out through the door and closed it tightly behind me.
The hallway rumbled a little bit. I looked around. It hadn't done that before. I sensed an... emotion in the air. Impatience, maybe?
"If you wanted me to make a quick choice," I said to the air, "you shouldn't have provided so so many to choose from. I haven't even finished this side of the hall."
I felt the walls tremble underneath my hand. I pulled away. What if the hall started to speak to me? What would I do then?
As I sifted through door after door, I encountered an engineer that looked as if they would rather be anything else, a sprawling casino filled with poker players, an office cubicle in which someone was brutally fired on the spot, an idyllic little courtyard filled with roses, and a rope bridge. I almost chose the courtyard, until I noticed that there were no exits from it, and the sky above it was a disconcerting shade of lavender.