A Little More NaNoWriMo

Dustin hastily leapt ahead by five or six steps, not knowing that he could jump that far. Though the stairs above the door seemed stable, he was not about to take any chances. He walked onward, with much greater urgency, though was not yet to the point of running. On multiple occasions, Dustin had looked back to make sure that the dissolving steps were not closing in on him; he had an indescribable feeling that that would be a possibility. However, the steps the he had passed had all remained precisely where he had left them, and it was only when he had reached a second door that he had given the matter another thought.

This door looked just like the first and he was hesitant to so much as touch it. He stared intently at it as though trying to see through the door, so opening it would be unnecessary. He continued staring until he realized that he had no superpowers, and by then, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Anxiously, he took the handle of the door and tried to open it. It had worked and the stairs were still where they were meant to be, so Dustin breathed a sigh of relief and shoved the door open. A giant eyeball, wide as a tractor tire, floated within what looked like a salmon-colored cloud. It was terribly bloodshot with a sickly brown iris and it glared at him with the utmost annoyance.

“What do you think you’re looking at?” a haughty disembodied voice exclaimed from within the cloud.

“Oh… um… I was just…” Dustin stammered.

“Go the hell away!” The voice spat and the door slammed hostilely in Dustin’s face.

He felt both disturbed and embarrassed, as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

“What the hell…” he muttered to himself. “…such an ass.”

A little more indignantly, he had ventured on up the stairs. He was now stomping more than he was walking, while fumed about the atrocious manners of floating eyeballs hidden behind the closed doors of creepy, ancient-looking castles. Lost in his own wandering mind, he had only just decided that perhaps it might have been more appropriate to knock first, when he realized that he had overshot the next door by twelve or thirteen steps. Looking back and seeing it, he doubled back down. He stopped in front of this door and had a moment’s hesitation before he finally knocked. There was no response so he decided it to be safe to open, but before he had even taken the handle, the door had swung open with a heavy jerk.