Taylor (SHORT STORY)

"Help me!" I heard the scream. It almost felt as if she was standing right next to me, her mouth directly against my ear. It was enough to stun me, and I couldn't breathe for a second. Trembling, I reached my hand up and pressed it against the door, the hot wood beckoning me to open it. I knew what was on the other side. Or did I? I had never actually opened the door. I have never actually seen what was on the other side. I solely had a feeling. A feeling I could not shake. A feeling that haunted me every night.
As my hand pushed forward on the door, the raw stench of smoke rushed into my lungs, and I started coughing. My vision was blurry, and my eyes struggled to stay open. As soon as I felt the smoke subside, I began to open my eyes to the horrific sight in front of me.