Try to open the door.

From Create Your Own Story

You turn the knob, and the door opens slightly. You push it a little further, and see that there's a bit of light inside. Peeping through the crack in the door, you can see a small living room lit by candles, one that mirrors your own in reverse. You push the door open just a bit further, and lean in, and see a tall man with a revolver pointed at you.

You react poorly, trying to shut the door quickly, and the man fires the revolver. The bullet pierces right through the edge of the door and slams into your right size. You feel your ribs crack and shatter as the bullet sinks into your lung and digs in further. You collapse in the hallway, side burning and throbbing as blood spills into your hands.

"Holy shit!" The man says, opening the door, the gun still in his hands. "It's the neighbor!" He yells back into the apartment. "Call an ambulance!"

As you writhe in agony, you see a woman step around the corner, holding a butcher's knife in one hand, and a stalk of celery in the other. In her ears are buds connected to an I-pod on her waist. Makes sense. She was listening to something funny, chopping up something for dinner. What did you think was going on?

"The phones are out!" The woman yells, rushing over and pulling the headset out. "You shot him!?"

"He just came in the front door!" He says.

"I...knocked..." you mutter, tasting blood in your mouth.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. We didn't hear you," he says, reaching down to try and put pressure on the wound.

"I told you this is why we don't need a gun in the house!" The woman screams. "I told you this would end badly. I told you! Now this poor guy is shot and-"

But that's the last you hear, as you fade into darkness, and die in the hallway.

The End.