She panted, the shadows gained ground on her. Which door to take? Left or right. Did it even matter? Chills traveled down her spine, hair stood on end. Freaked, she bolted to the nearest door and threw her weight. Doorways acted as portals. In her mind, she visualised the warm country town she grew up in. Home. In a blink she traveled, leaving the shadows behind.
The air cold and musty. Wait. This isn’t the seaside cottage.
She stepped down towards the cellar, dodging chains and hooks.
Oh Damn. Why did she read Bluebeard before bed? He clung to her subconscious and waited.