The open door behind us slammed shut and we could hear the blot lock turn, locking us in the house for who knows how long.

"Go to your left and walk through whichever door of your choice. But do be careful. From this moment on all of your choices are the difference between life and death. On with you now. " And then he left.

He didn't go through a door he just left. Disappeared. I turned to the guys. All of them were looking at me. I sighed and walked to the left.

There on the left were four doors. Two on the left, one on the right and one at the end of the hall.

The two on the left were both white. But one had what looked like blood splatters on it. The one at the end of the hall looked invitingly. It was yellow with white-ish pink clouds painted on it.

The last door on the right was a glass door. This door you could see through to the other side. Or you were supposed to. But as I got closer I realized that the door wasn't made out of glass but a mirrior. So on this door I saw myself and the gang.

"So?" Winston asked, his arm tightly clinging onto Cole who looked very happy at the moment.

"Which door do we go through?" I asked.