Knocking On Death's Door

I hold my breath as I climb onto the porch of the mansion - the stench is unbelievable. I glance at my wrist where I wrote down Ada's instructions. With a huge breath that I regret, I lift my arm and knock four times.
"In this darkness I seek not for light, but the darkest of which you possess. I, Monroe Ashlyn Greene, acknowledge you."
I take a step back after I've finished and stare at the door, waiting for something...miraculous, I guess. I'm about to walk away when the golden handle turns.
In the span of about a minute, I have about a bajillion thoughts all at once.
One: I should run.
Two: Yep, definitely should run.
Three: A normal person would run.
Four: Oh shit.
Five: Why the fracking-fricks did I think this was a good idea?!
Six: F**k My Life.
Seven: Did I turn the oven off?
The door swings open and I'm stuck between running and celebrating.