Staircase

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I was searching for a place to practice my singing. I needed to practice soon, because the singing competition was only two days away. And my singing was nowhere near good enough. In my opinion, at least.

I checked a few places, but none of them quite suited my needs. There was always a high risk of someone walking past, and hearing my singing. The place I wanted to find had to have close to zero risk of such a thing.

Something told me to walk to the end of the corridor, yet at the same time, something else in my gut shouted against it. But as they always say, curiosity kills the cat. I went against my instinct.

And there, at the end of the corridor! It the very place I needed. There was a sign on the door warning people not to enter the staircase after 6 pm, as he might be locked inside the staircase. It was only 2 pm then, and it would be fun, doing something I had a feeling I wasn't quite supposed to do.

So I tried the doorknob. It turned easily. This is brilliant, I thought.

Then I entered, closing the door behind me.

It shut with a click.