Don’t ever press this button. do you understand? Words rang in my head as my finger grazed the edges of the painted wings. the sign of the dragon, fire red eye, and the button covered with red flames in case I forgot. Why would he tell me knowing that I would sneak in anyway. He must know what I’m doing right now, he expected it. One glance over my shoulder, no he’s gone. Fingertip to fiberglass. Body trembling with nervous excitement. What if its a trap and he’s waiting on the other side of the door? Too late, I must see for myself. Feel the button give under the pressure of my finger. A tiny bead of sweat drips from my forehead. The sound of the door sliding open, seamlessly. the old man always had a sense of class, he would only have a seamlessly silent door. I couldn’t wait for it to completely open. I slid in. The door closed behind sealing me in darkness. A scream throught the black. Filled with sheer terror sensing an invisible assailant upon me breathing heavy, enjoying the foreplay