This hallway was a whopping fifteen miles long. Scott became more frustrated as he plodded on, but his stubbornness wouldn't let him turn around and go back. Scott noticed no doors or rooms in this hall, just an oasis every mile, complete with an easy chair, vending machines, some magazines and newspapers, washrooms, and a radio and cable TV. "This is all too weird," said Scott out loud. "These convienences make me wonder if something's a trap down at the end of the hall."
Scott did stop once or twice to grab a can of Coke, use the john and catch a few minutes of what was on the boob tube.
After a few hours of walking, Scott finally reached the end of the hall. It had gone straight for fifteen miles, then turned right, then left, then right again for another 300 yards before it ended. Scott found the oak door. Nothing to identify what was behind the door, or anything. Scott's heart raced as he turned the knob of this mysterious door. What was behind it?
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