[ WP ] Every time , without fail , when you return to your apartment after walking your dog , she eagerly runs towards a door on the other side of the hall that you 've never seen anyone use . One day , you decide to try the handle .

'Sherman, fetch!' He never listened to me, even now after being his owner for 13 years, my dog rarely showed me affection or obedience. Probably due to the fact that I got the little dude given to me when he was already a year old by a friend I met at college. Still, that did n't stop me from showing him affection. 
 
 We'd been at the park for a while today, it was hot and I had nothing to do. My night shift at the store started soon and it was getting dark. It was time to leave. I packed up the blanket and grabbed my backpack, shouted Sherman who looked hopelessly at me and carried on doing his thing. This was n't anything new, as I said, he never listens to me. I walked over to him and out his lead on, we headed out along the footpath through the center of the park. 
 
 The circular park was heavily lit up at night, and darkness had creeped in much quicker than I expected and a light fog was clearly on its way, I must have been running a little bit late. 
 
 It would n't have mattered. 
 
 I looked thoughtlessly at fog surrounding me as I made my way across the road towards my apartment. It had dropped extremely cold which was unusual for a night in August. It was just the same trip, different day. The routine I found myself in was starting to bug me and I was starting to have second thoughts about everything. Every decision I ever made, whether or not I was happy, whether I liked the person I'd become, and more importantly whether it was worth changing. For christ sake my dog does n't even seem to love me, how can anyone else? 
 
 We strolled slowly towards the entrance, this was the part where the Mike ( the security guard ) would give Sherman a treat and ask me how my day was. But on today of all days, he was n't there. 
 
 I shrugged it off and we moved towards the stairs. The last thing I wanted to do was get up in 2 hours and go to work, but I suppose when you get into a routine you become too complacent to do anything about it. 
 
 Sherman ran towards to stairway exit on the third floor and turned up and looked at me as he always does. I opened the door and we both walked in. Sherman immediately ran towards apartment 345. 
 
 My apartment is 340, ever since we've lived here Sherman must have been confused about the layout - it is confusing sometimes, especially when you're drunk. But he knows it's this floor and he ca n't possible know anyone in there; security told me the room was never sold or used during my stay here. Again, complacent in my routine, I shrugged it off, and mumbled'Sherman'. 
 
 Sherman immediately barked at me and stared straight at me, then back to the door... 
 
 The hairs on the back of neck stood up, and I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline and not because it was cold. In thirteen years my dog has never once listened to me about anything, but that night he did; because of something to do with 345. The air in the hallway was cold and I was tired. I remember thinking to myself'what have I got to lose?' I went over to 345 and Sherman started to growl at the foot of the door. I heard apartment door slam shut round the corner nearly giving me a heart attack. Upon closer inspection of the door I saw scratch marks. Nails? Who knows. The smell of damp coming through the walls was almost overpowering, but Sherman was determined, I grabbed the handle and twisted. 
 
 It was locked. 
 
'So much for that Sherman! Sorry little man, do n't get to find out what's in there today!' I was disappointed but ultimately relieved. I'm a fairly rational guy but I was scared. 
 
 We walked around to corner back to old trusty 340. My door had locked without the latch unlocked, we were locked out. My nonchalant self thought nothing of it as Mike had another key for my place. I walked back around towards the staircase but as I turned the corner I froze - the door to apartment 345 was open. 
 
 Sherman stood by my side, growling and barking, the black abyss seemingly covering the doorway staring back at us... 
 
 Edit: Its 2:30am here and I'm high and have no idea what I'm doing, tell me if you want more. Glad I finally tried one. Ignore any errors cause I obviously did. 
 
 
 

