Your eyes draw onto box number 6 as you walk slowly towards it, a feeling inside of you like this is the right one to choose. As it is announced that you may open your box and reveal your fate, your hands draw closer to the lid of the black box, stumbling to open it. Eventually you are able to slip in your fingers and touch lightly, thin stalk of a flower.

As you wrap your fingers around the stem, a sharp pain injects the tips of your fingers and you quickly pull back. Eventually, your hands bravely pulls out the incriminating object to reveal a beautiful rose. The deep red petals cirle elegantly around each other, almost like the waves of the red sea. However, the thorns that had pricked you, glare with a threatening force towards you.

You suddenly notice some paper tied onto the top part of the stem with a velvet, black ribbon, along with an old, rusting key that lightly bristled along the skin of your fingers as you held the flower. Your eyes flicker to the first piece of paper and read what is printed firmly on the burning white:

The Rose:

Well known as one of the most beautiful flowers,

it easily lives up to this legend.

However, the petals of this beautiful flower

hide the darkness that sheilds inside

and will soon reveal itself with a sharp sting.

As your mind wanders over the words you have read, your fingers flicker over to the second piece of paper which states clearly your path:

You Have Chosen Door Number Five

Your eyes suddenly flicker to the door, almost directly infront of you, that holds the same number written on the paper that has just been read. Your feet begin to walk slowly towards the door, still holding the flower firmly in your grip. As you near the rotting feature your fingers twist around the key dangling from the flowers stem.

You let your fingers of your free hand wander over the rough wood that smothered the fate you had chosen once you had approached it. Lifting the key you slip it into the keyhole and with a large amount of courage not to think of what might be behind that door, you twist it firmly, feeling the stiffness as a result of age. Your ears hear a soft click and a loud hollow sound throughout the building as you successfully unlock the door.

The air your body was demanding began to increase as you felt your throat dry up and a shiver of fear slip down your back. You shook your head, telling yourself this was nonsense to feel so afraid when this had only just begun. Closing your eyes tightly, you fumble around to find the handle of the door, clasping around it firmly once it had reached your grip. With one last breath you push down hard on the handle and creak the door open...

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