There was nothing anyone could call disagreeable about my new house. It was of average size, in comparison with the other houses in the area. It had one rather large bottom floor, and one upper floor, containing one room, which I hadn't got a chance to see the day before when I took the tour before buying the house. And, being a man who was easily made curious, I was quite looking forward to the upper story.

The house had not come cheap, houses in the area didn't usually, and this one also came with a great deal of land, and was thusly relatively secluded from most. The nearest neighbor, I believe, was some odd number of miles away, though it couldn't have been more than ten, because within ten miles came the city.
It was pretty old, and one small rusted iron key unlocked every door inside the house. I pushed said key into its rightful slot upon the front door, turned, and pushed the door open. I stepped inside, sitting what few belongings I had with me down upon the floor next to my feet. The house looked no different than it had the day before when I toured it, not that I had expected it to.

The door opened into a wide foyer, meagerly furnished with a coat rack and a very small table that stood right near the narrow staircase leading to the top floor that stood directly in front of one standing in the doorway. Just past this stair case on the right side was a small door, which led to an equally small bathroom. On my right was a door leading to the living room, and past that, the kitchen.

I, however, turned to my left, picking my things up once more and closing the front door with my foot, and walked through the doorway into my bedroom. I sat the things down once more, upon my twin size bed this time, and then, I suppose my curiosity got the best of me. I left the bedroom and scaled the stairs in the foyer. I reached the landing and saw but one door. I quickly extracted the rusty key from my pocket and inserted into the keyhole, and turned it, but before anything else could be done, I heard a knock at my door.

I removed the key and walked down the stairs to answer the door. It was the real estate woman from I bought the house, and we quickly engaged in a meaning less conversation about how well my moving in was coming. It was nearly an hour before she finally left, the whole time she was there, I was only half listening and I found myself anxiously awaiting her departure so that I could continue with my exploration. When she finally left, I very nearly ran up the stairs, and wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and turned sharply to the right, and pushed with my shoulder. The door didn't move.

Growing angry now, I fumbled for the key, pulling it from my pocket of my jeans and reinserting it into its place and turning once more. Then, turning the doorknob once again…nothing happened. I slammed my fist angrily into the thick wooden door and cursed furiously. I tried the key once more, finding it a bit hard to hold onto on account of the blood running down my hand from my overzealous punch at the door, but I managed to place it in the keyhole once more, and to turn it. I came to a bit of trouble when I trying the knob again, my palm by then, was quite slick with blood, but once I managed a firm grip, I knew nothing had changed, and slammed my fist once more into the wood, swearing loudly as before, though this time it was more so because of the pain.

Angry at the pain, I aimed another blow at my wooden nemesis, this time with my left hand. Pain erupted through my hand as it hit, and I felt bones crack and shatter in my hand. Needless to say, this did very little in the way of calming me down. Soon afterward, I sent a kick at the door, now quite determined to open the thing, simply so that I hadn't hurt myself in vain, and to satisfy my burning curiosity. Some thing this well protected had to be interesting, didn't it?

My kick did no more than the punches, so I threw another, and felt the shock not absorbed by my boots pulsate through my leg. Still, the door didn't budge. I put my entire force and weight into another kick of devastating intensity, and felt my ankle shatter upon contact. I let out a small cry of pain, and fell to my knees. I looked down at my bloody hands, now thoroughly enraged with myself, and then looked at the door. I then did the only thing I had left to do. I sent my head careening towards the wood. The collision of wood and bone made my ear pop, and my eyes water, still the door didn't move. I tried yet again, and cried out in pain as soon as I did.

I felt warm blood trickle down my face from some unseen laceration upon my head, still, I tried once more. Now I could see a blood spot upon the door, and yet still, tried again. The pain was horrible, and I leaned against the door, sobbing in pain, my consciousness fleeing me with each breath I took. I felt myself sliding along the door, moving left, leaving behind a trail of bright crimson wear my head touched the wood. I felt the cold metal doorknob against the left side of my head, growing closed and closer to unconsciousness each second.

I felt the doorknob turn with the weight of my head, and then the door flew open with my weight leaning against it, and hit my head upon the floor. I used all the strength I still possessed to push myself up, to gaze upon the treasure I had found. I pushed myself all the way up with trembling arms, and looked quickly around the room before my final strength left me, and I fell comatose upon the floor.

The room; was empty.