One Magical Nightmare

The music moves you like nothing you've heard before. It swirls around you, pulling you farther and farther into the house. The floor creaks and groans under your weight. You pull at the mask, adjusting it yet again. It's your safety, your shield. The music gets louder and more hypnotizing as you near the door. You hold your breath in anticipation, it's finally time. You place your hand on the golden gleaming handle. You push it down slightly and the door swings open. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight before you. The pure beauty of it all brings tears to your eyes. Finally, you're home.