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Knock knock? The faint tap came from behind a battered blue door. Isabel and I looked towards it. We were trapped inside a place that seemed to span infinitely, and every place what would've been the ceiling or a wall or even the floor was a different door. Each one was unique, as far as we had discovered.
“What do you suppose is behind it?” asked Isabel. I didn't know, as usual, and said as much.
“...and I don't care to find out,” I amended. Isabel shrugged, disappointed.
“You could at least suppose something. Like it's a game!” she said.
“Alright, I'll suppose something. I suppose it's a monster come to grab me and drag me with it into oblivion.” I said sourly. Somehow that answer satisfied her, and she took her turn.
“I suppose behind it is a cake shop. They'll have hundreds of different treats, but every single one will look like a door!” She laughed at the absurd notion. I laughed, but for my own reason. I laughed at the fact that she still found ways to entertain herself. I had mostly lost track of the day, my only indicator of time passing was when the white door in the middle of the room knocked to give us paltry portions of provisions. We would open the door and in a small room inside it would be a plate of food. The proportions that each of us got had increased since the others died doing their own foolish things. Alexander had tried to open a door where nothing had knocked and was rewarded by disintegrating on the spot. Penny had figured that if she knocked, she could enter without harm. She suffered the same fate as Alexander. Liam had stayed in the food room one time, and had vanished completely the next knock that came around. Unna had gone crazy. We killed her ourselves.
All who remained now were myself and Isabel, a girl a few years older than myself in age, but much younger in maturity. She took her confinement in stride. My mind drifted to the first one to die. The Example. We never knew his name, but he was the one I remembered most. He was the one who opened doors for us, fearlessly. He figured out the white door on the first day, opening it after the knock and receiving the food. He then opened other doors, finding everything from the mundane to the entertaining. It kept us busy during the early days. One day not long after the food knock, he opened a red door with an ornate glass handle and embossed diamond shapes in the wood of the door. Behind it was something so terrifying his face turned white and all he could say was “Don't look” before he died where he stood. That door still stood open, far along the hall. We stayed in the middle now, taking our food and keeping to our own.
Another knock. This one came from a mahogany door with no handle but a brass bar to push. Isabel supposed it was some alien theatre. I could only picture a hideous alien that would murder us.
“What do you suppose we do then,” she stated simply. “You've been such a downer.”
“I don't know. Live and die here?”
“We saw so many amazing things before, can't we take at least one chance?”
“You can do that and die. See if I care.”
“Do you care at all?”
Not really, I wanted to say. “Of course. One day we'll escape. Maybe we can have kids and once they're all grown we'll try doors until we escape or die. Then they can repeat the pattern until we're finally done.”
“That's a stupid idea,” she laughed. I joined in, and our jovial voices echoed throughout the hall. A resounding knocking from many doors chimed in. The knocks almost sounded like laughter, voices sharing in our joke. Some joke, I thought, but I couldn't help my continued laughter. Isabel and I knew we were both going mad, but at least we'd do it together.