nesiromon
I'd always had a certain kind of crew. We weren't normal, nor abnormal, but we were unique in our own way that was socially the same as everyone else.
I’d always wondered about the door upstairs. It stood at the very top, staring down, casting a shadow. The wood was dark and questioning, old, but what seemed the most out of place in the abandoned hallway was the doorknob. It shined like it was polished every day. It reflected the small light from down the hall, almost beckoning.