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

Ever since I could remember, that room has been off limits. I mean, it does n't really look like anything out of the ordinary; it's just a door. It's wooden and painted white. The door handle is one of those old ones and it looks almost black from numerous hands turning it. The keyhole looks rusty and dusty as though no one has been through the door in ages. 
 
 I do n't know why my parents do n't want me to go in that room. I have never even seen them enter it themselves. I hear no strange noises or witness strange smells coming from behind it. But needless to say, I am intensely curious what is behind that door. 
 
 Until today, I have never even attempted to enter that room. But there is nothing on TV, I have no books to read and my parents have both left for the day. I'm bored and curiosity is about to get the better of me. 
 
 I step closer to the door and take a deep breath. Taking a long shot, I try the door handle and turn it slowly. It turns with a squeak and I have to pull hard on the door as it sticks. The door opens with a groan or rusty hinges and stale musty air assaults my nose. I sneeze, five times in rapid succession. Stupid allergies. 
 
 When I glance into the room, I am not sure what I am seeing. The single window is covered by a heavy curtain and the room is dim. I can see shapes against the wall covered in sheets caked in dust. I cross to the window and gently pull back to curtain to let a shiver of light stream across the floor. 
 
 With the room brightened, I notice pictures on the wall. I slowly walk over, staring at it incredulously. I notice one in particular that is old and covered in a thick layer of dust. I gently wipe it off with my sleeve. In it, my mother sits on a chair with my father behind her as they look grimly in the photographer's direction. The picture is without colour and they are dressed in what looks like clothes from the 1800s, if I was to guess. 
 
 I guess the part that shocks me the most is that I am in the picture, standing beside my father, with the same grim expression on my face.
