Knocking On Death's Door

Knocking On Death's Door

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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.
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