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The Story:
In a panic, she started to run. She ran through hallways that wound about and only led back into themselves. Rooms led to bigger rooms with more hallways, an endless house. All she wanted was to get out.
Whether through luck or design, she didn’t know, but she eventually ran into a huge room with doors on the other end leading to the outside. A wave of relief came over her, melting away the terror of being trapped forever in this strange place.
She jogged across the floor toward a staircase leading to the doors, but when she reached the middle of the room, she could make no further progress. She began running but didn’t even gain an inch on her destination. She ran harder. And harder.
Finally, she collapsed to her knees, screaming out her frustration. Glancing behind her, the room was still the same size it was when she entered it. For the first time in hours, her survival instincts and rage subsided, allowing room for despair. As tears began to flow, she hung her head and gave way to the hopeless she had been fighting away.
Tears streamed down her face and collided with her coat, but one went astray and splashed to the ground. The house began to creak and moan as if trying to tell her something.
The doors at the top of the stairs flew open, and the fresh air from outside flowed into the room to greet her. She hopped to her feet, and although she only had an idea, she took a few steps forward. The stairs moved a little closer.
She took off in a sprint to the other side of the room and skipped up the steps ignoring the existence of every other one. But when she reached the top, the doors slammed shut.
The house no longer seemed evil to her, seeing how it reacted to her tear. It had groaned an apology to her, but it was still lonely. It was big, but it was empty. It was extravagant, but it had nothing. If anything, it was a selfish child, a persistent immaturity that wanted to play a game with its friend.
“You open up, right now,” she commanded it.
Just the door in front of her crept open, and she walked outside.
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