Secret Doors.

This is the only chapter.

I walked up the old, narrow stairs that snaked through the wild, unkempt jungle of a garden. It had a rich earthy smell, for it had rained earlier that day. Dark clouds still hung above my head threatening to rain down upon me. Looking down I noticed the many tiny splits and cracks that peppered the ancient stone steps.

Suddenly, I felt something grab my arm holding me back; I whipped around instantly fear flooding through me, to find it was one of the bare, leafless branches that had snagged my clothing. I stared at it then cautiously turned my head to look around me at my surroundings. Doubting that anyone had actually loved this place; had this place once grown magnificent trees and exotic flowers? Did someone hold extravagant tea parties and social meetings here? I would never know...but now this garden looks neglected like it had once been loved. I considered this, almost feeling the gardens pain and sadness, then continued down the path.

Suddenly, I stopped; pausing in fear I surveyed the ancient door, there was a large symbol painted on the front, the paint gave off an almost irony sort of smell (was it paint or was it blood?).Blinking, I shakily reached out to touch the old woodwork, admiring the craftsmanship of the fine swirls and symbols carved into it. I dragged my hand down the door until my fingers came into contact with a cold, hard object. I looked at my fingers to find them resting on a lock it, like the door, had elaborate swirls and symbols all over it.

It was only then I became aware of the black clouds floating in the sky the full moon shining through the shadowy clouds who knew what dangers lurked here after dark? Pulling my hood over my face, I felt the cold night air bite at my face and fingers, I could hear the distant screams and sirens. What time was it? I reached into my pocket for my phone but instead of feeling the cold rectangle I had expected I felt a long thin object; so cold it was like ice. Hastily I pulled it out of my deep pocket, bits of wrapper coming with it.

Surveying it I realized it had the same odd looking symbol on the top as the one on the door. I jammed the key into the lock, praying it would fit, and turned it. I wanted to know what was behind the mystery door, suddenly the door swung open to reveal what was behind it. I simply stood there staring at it; my eyes wide and my jaw on the floor...   

It was.... 

JOHN CENA!!!!

I stood there, my mouth agape, how did the door know my inner most desires??? He walked through the door, towering over me... I attempted to push him back through. This wasn't what I wanted, not now anyway...

He smirked at me "You can't erase me, I'm gonna make you taste me." 

I stared at him, WTF was he on about?? Suddenly I remembered the key in my hand, I thrust it into his chest... POOF!! He exploded into a cloud of rainbow glitter and gumdrops... Stood there in his place was...

Alea der Bescheidene!!

Unfortunately, the door had not known my inner most desires... I much preferred Rammstein's Till Lindemann.

The End.