The door slammed behind me, bringing a chill that sent a shiver down my spine. I peered around the dim room, noting cobwebs and peeling wallpaper while I crept forward across the floorboards.

I reached up to touch the intricate carvings and the warmth of the mahogany door startled me, yet I couldn’t stop myself from fingering the intertwined carvings that danced gracefully in swirls. I ran my hand down the door, gripped the aging bronze door handle, and the moment I twisted, a blinding, golden light peeked out. I stepped into the light and I was bathed in pure gold.