“Here we go again,” he mumbles to himself before taking a deep breath and pushing his way through the door....
….into a dark hallway extending endlessly before him. The walls are lined with mahogany panels, portraits of imperious men look down upon him. The floorboards creak as he walks down the hall, curtains flap in a breeze, shadows loom. He has the feeling of absolute certainty that he is being watched.
“Hello?” he calls out. “Anybody there? I'm not here to hurt you.”
Behind him, something hisses and slithers, but is gone when he turns.
