Dun Dun Duuun!!!

As I walk further down the hall, the laughter and chatter of the other hallway deceases. The busyness and light mood of the hallway disappears as well and is replaced with darkness and dismay. Instead of hearing happy conversations, there is silence. The people are replaced with nothing. The hall turns ominous, foreboding and appears endless. I slowly make my way down, each step is reluctant to go any further. I feel like my hands and feet are shackled in heavy iron chains dragging me to a place I do not want to go. As I travel down the dismal hallway, I see freedom, a set of stairs going down, to take me away from this dreaded place. I contemplate the risk of freedom. Should I go down the stairs and be free of this turmoil? Or should I continue going where I know I need to go? As I creep closer to the door that I despise to enter, the stairs look more and more liberating. I want to run down those stairs to be free of all my misery, but before I know what's happened, I've walked in the door of despair.
.....At least that's what I feel like when I walk to room 201.