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

`` Indiana Jones would n't be scared. Atticus Finch would n't be scared. Superman would n't be scared. I'm *not* scared!'' I whispered to myself, attempting to manifest the courage to turn the doorknob. I was only ten, but today would be the first step in my journey of becoming a hero. My hand hesitated as it closed upon the knob, but I took a deep breath, reminded myself that I was n't scared, and turned it. 
 
 But I *was* scared. There must have been a reason for the door to be always locked, for my parents to forbid me from touching it and scold me when I asked about it. What would I find? A magical lamp? A dead body? A treasure chest? It could be anything, and that was scary. And there was n't any reason for the key to appear, none that I could think of. The rusty piece of metal had been there on my pillow when I woke up this morning, next to a folded piece of paper that simply read `` Be brave. Good luck.'' My parents did n't act like anything was wrong, so after they left for work, I took the key from my pocket and rushed down the corridor. The door stood before me, an unimpressive piece of wood, painted white. I had always wondered about it, but never had such an opportunity presented itself. Trembling in anticipation and anxiety, I had reached forwards, reassuring myself that my parents were good people and there would n't be anything *bad* inside. 
 
 The door swung outward as I pulled, and I peered in, letting the hallway lights illuminate the tiny room. It was n't what I was expecting, not that I was expecting something specific- an unfurnished space, with bland plaster walls like every other room of the house. But in the center of the room was another door, just standing there in its frame, unsupported as far as I could tell. I approached it cautiously, observing the rough, unpainted texture of the dark wood and the chipped metal doorknob, lacking a keyhole. Of course, it would open to reveal nothing but the space behind it- it was literally just a door in a frame, standing in the middle of the room. What did I expect? So, almost hurriedly, I twisted the knob and opened the door. 
 
 I did n't see the wall, or the room. I did n't see anything at all, in that doorway. It was a rectangle of darkness, like I had opened a threshold to the bottom of the sea or had framed the cold space between stars. It did n't make sense, but I was n't scared anymore. I felt inexplicably correct, righteous even, staring into the impossible void. The words on the paper resounded through my mind, once again. `` Be brave. Good luck.'' I smiled at the darkness, and stepped through the door.
