Until Dawn

"Slowly now, she ascended the few disintegrating steps, pausing at the front door.
Nervously, she swallowed her fear and any doubts that were beginning to creep up on her in the shadows of the night.
She pushed the rotting door open, stepped cautiously inside and paused again, turning and gazing out of the door and back into the night..."
Sometimes, you can't stop the past from repeating itself in the future.