A door into the dark

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It felt like forever before she finally stopped to rest. She didn't know where she was, but at this moment she didn't care. She had just had to witness the death of Mark, the person who had supported her and Marisa through the most difficult times of their lives, who had always been there for her when she needed him.
She fell to the floor, devastated, tears brimming, and unable to help it she began to wail about her dead step-dad.

When she finally got herself back together, she decided to try and find her way back home. She had now only realized that she didn't know where in LA she had ran to, and she was starting to get worried.
She looked around and spotted a broken down wall.
There was ivy covering every part of it, except for a rectuangular space where a wooden door was located.
There was a crack at the bottom of the door showing light.
She looked around, then back to the door, getting up slowly. Curiosity got the better of her and she started to walk towards it and slowly twisted the smooth, circular knob. It creaked as it opened.
She quickly gasped.

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