The Door Slams
The echo awakens the dead
My shaking body moves for a closer look
The grain on the solid door is unique
Indentations appear deep in the fiber
Broken fingernails and wood slivers together on the floor
There is no handle
I hear a voice, but nothing is said to me
I am alone
Locked in a room with exit signs everywhere
Only one door
With no way out
Please open it from the outside
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