Doors Chap 1 Part 1
Chapter 1-Part 1
The teens were running up to the mansion as rain poured from the sky. The thunder bolted and lightning struck down with a harsh blow. They hurried up the perron and took deep breaths.
Jonathan: What the hell, Sal?!
Sal: What do you mean!?
Jonathan: I’m soaked in water because of you!
Cheryl: Yeah! Do you know how long it took to get my hair done today?! And my jacket got plunged in water-
Dante: Cher, it’s my jacket.
Cheryl: My boyfriend, my jacket.
Sal: Do I look like God to you? It’s not my fault it rained! Just suck it up! We’ll dry off inside.
Dante: I agree with Sal for once. Is the door open?
As soon as Dante finished his question, the door creaked open. They shrugged and headed inside. The teens could hear the sound of their footsteps. While the others were wringing out the water in their clothes and hair, Sal made sure that no page in the mysterious book got wet. Suddenly, they heard a voice.
???: Welcome children, to the Haunted Mansion of Doors!
Cheryl: Who are you?
Mark: I’m Mark! You’ll hear from me often, I’m the host.
Cheryl: Okay. Do you have any towels, Mark? Actually! Do you have hair spray? It’s just my hair needs to be-
Mark: Okay, Cheryl. Now, let me explain the rules.
Mark cut Cheryl off and she pouted and moved closer to Dante, hugging his arm as he shrugged.
Mark: In the Haunted Mansion of Doors, there are 16 doors. Each door enters into a new challenge. If you win the challenge, you stay in the game. If you don’t, you face elimination.
Cheryl: Yeah, yeah. And?
Mark: But there is a twist, well you’ll see later. Ready to begin?
Sal: Heck yeah!
Wendy: Well-
Mark: Okay. Oh, also. Where you’ll be staying for 17 days. Downstairs are the cellars and bathrooms. Each of you have a cellar that I think will be to your liking. And remember to always flush the toilet-
Cheryl: Can we get on with this?!
Dante: Cherry- bear, calm down.
Cheryl: I’m sorry, sweetie. I JUST WANT THAT MONEY ALREADY! Mark is a blabbermouth.
Mark: Well then, CHERYL. We’ve already gotten off on the wrong foot. You know it’s not a good thing when the host holds a grudge against you, right?
Cheryl: Whatever Marcos, go on.
Mark: IT’S MARK. Anyway, please choose a door to enter in first.
Sal looked over and saw Jonathan scrolling on his phone, back against the wall.
Sal: Jonathan, we need to choose a door.
Jonathan: What does this have to do with me?
Sal: It’s a group effort. We can’t all want to go through a different door.
Jonathan: I don’t care. Just pick one.
Sal clenched her fists and yelled.
Sal: JONATHAN!
Jonathan hissed as his pupils shrunk and widened. He stuck out his snake tongue before calming down and accepting it.
Jonathan: FINE. What door, guys?
Wendy: Um, what about Door #6?
Sal: Sure. But why?
Wendy: My kitty’s favorite number is 6.
Wendy said, squishing her cat plush in her hands. Wendy was the youngest, and the most sensible. She may be 15, but she’s pure of heart like a newborn.
Jonathan: *in a mocking baby voice*Aw, does the wittle kitty have a name?
Sal gritted her teeth at Jonathan, but Wendy didn’t react.
Wendy: Actually, it does. This is Nameless. He has no name, because he doesn’t need one. But if that bothers you, you can just call him Avocado. It’s his middle name.
Sal: Aww, cute name-
Cheryl: NO ONE CARES. Let’s just go.
Dante: *whispering under breath* I gotta break up with her soon.
Cheryl: Did you say something, sweetheart?
Dante: Uh, no! Let’s just… go.
The teens were running up to the mansion as rain poured from the sky. The thunder bolted and lightning struck down with a harsh blow. They hurried up the perron and took deep breaths.
Jonathan: What the hell, Sal?!
Sal: What do you mean!?
Jonathan: I’m soaked in water because of you!
Cheryl: Yeah! Do you know how long it took to get my hair done today?! And my jacket got plunged in water-
Dante: Cher, it’s my jacket.
Cheryl: My boyfriend, my jacket.
Sal: Do I look like God to you? It’s not my fault it rained! Just suck it up! We’ll dry off inside.
Dante: I agree with Sal for once. Is the door open?
As soon as Dante finished his question, the door creaked open. They shrugged and headed inside. The teens could hear the sound of their footsteps. While the others were wringing out the water in their clothes and hair, Sal made sure that no page in the mysterious book got wet. Suddenly, they heard a voice.
???: Welcome children, to the Haunted Mansion of Doors!
Cheryl: Who are you?
Mark: I’m Mark! You’ll hear from me often, I’m the host.
Cheryl: Okay. Do you have any towels, Mark? Actually! Do you have hair spray? It’s just my hair needs to be-
Mark: Okay, Cheryl. Now, let me explain the rules.
Mark cut Cheryl off and she pouted and moved closer to Dante, hugging his arm as he shrugged.
Mark: In the Haunted Mansion of Doors, there are 16 doors. Each door enters into a new challenge. If you win the challenge, you stay in the game. If you don’t, you face elimination.
Cheryl: Yeah, yeah. And?
Mark: But there is a twist, well you’ll see later. Ready to begin?
Sal: Heck yeah!
Wendy: Well-
Mark: Okay. Oh, also. Where you’ll be staying for 17 days. Downstairs are the cellars and bathrooms. Each of you have a cellar that I think will be to your liking. And remember to always flush the toilet-
Cheryl: Can we get on with this?!
Dante: Cherry- bear, calm down.
Cheryl: I’m sorry, sweetie. I JUST WANT THAT MONEY ALREADY! Mark is a blabbermouth.
Mark: Well then, CHERYL. We’ve already gotten off on the wrong foot. You know it’s not a good thing when the host holds a grudge against you, right?
Cheryl: Whatever Marcos, go on.
Mark: IT’S MARK. Anyway, please choose a door to enter in first.
Sal looked over and saw Jonathan scrolling on his phone, back against the wall.
Sal: Jonathan, we need to choose a door.
Jonathan: What does this have to do with me?
Sal: It’s a group effort. We can’t all want to go through a different door.
Jonathan: I don’t care. Just pick one.
Sal clenched her fists and yelled.
Sal: JONATHAN!
Jonathan hissed as his pupils shrunk and widened. He stuck out his snake tongue before calming down and accepting it.
Jonathan: FINE. What door, guys?
Wendy: Um, what about Door #6?
Sal: Sure. But why?
Wendy: My kitty’s favorite number is 6.
Wendy said, squishing her cat plush in her hands. Wendy was the youngest, and the most sensible. She may be 15, but she’s pure of heart like a newborn.
Jonathan: *in a mocking baby voice*Aw, does the wittle kitty have a name?
Sal gritted her teeth at Jonathan, but Wendy didn’t react.
Wendy: Actually, it does. This is Nameless. He has no name, because he doesn’t need one. But if that bothers you, you can just call him Avocado. It’s his middle name.
Sal: Aww, cute name-
Cheryl: NO ONE CARES. Let’s just go.
Dante: *whispering under breath* I gotta break up with her soon.
Cheryl: Did you say something, sweetheart?
Dante: Uh, no! Let’s just… go.
