[ WP ] Today , you went into the room your parents told you to never go in .

The doorknob turned, slowly and with much resistance, as if it was protesting being woken up after years of disuse. Brass flaked off of the handle in big pieces of rusted metal. 
 
 They'd said never to go in here. And for the two years that we'd lived in this house, I had n't. But we were moving tomorrow. The house was going to be demolished, the property having been bought by someone who wanted to rebuild. And during the last few days of moving all of our things out, neither of my parents had gone in there to take anything out. So whatever secrets that room contained, whatever morbid purpose it had served, would be left unknown and lost forever when the demolition crew came in. 
 
 And I had to know. Slowly, with about as much resistance as the doorknob had given me, the door opened... 
 
 The room was empty. 
 
 I took a hesitant step forward. Where I put my foot down, the floor creaked, and then snapped. I hurriedly pulled my foot back.'' 
 
 `` Son? Are you going into that room we keep shut?'' 
 
 I froze. 
 
 `` Be careful, the foundation is damaged there. We did n't have the money to fix it when we inherited the house so we just closed it off instead, and then later it made more sense to sell the house and move than try to fix it.'' 
 
 Oh, right. Yeah, we'd had a talk about that when we moved in, but i was watching TV and was n't really paying attention. 
 
 With a feeling of having lost some sense of wonder and mystery, I pulled the door shut and resumed packing my stuff up.
