(A/N): Just a quickie.
...That came out wrong.
Anyway, I was inspired to write this when I was in New Orleans.
The end.
THE INFAMOUS DOOR
In a pub in New Orleans, there is a door.
The pub itself is called the Famous Door, but the secret it holds inside itself is far more famous.
Infamous.
In the kitchen, behind a shelf, in a secret room of which not even the current owner knows, there is a door.
It is a small door, a foot and a half square, set into the wall. The room it inhabits is old and dusty, with abandoned knick-knacks sitting on a desk and shelf nearby.
The room has not been seen since 1942, eight years after the Famous Door opened its 'famous' door.
The infamous door in that room, however, has never been opened at all, according to the original owner's notes, at least. But this door is only one of two.
Its twin has been around twice as long as the first, opening and closing for something along the lines of a hundred and fifty years.
The second is in Ashland, Oregon, in a large old house.
Maybe it's easier to forget both doors and pretend they don't exist.
But ignorance breeds ignorance.
So the infamous door lies inside a hidden room in the Famous Door, hidden away in the fine city of New Orleans.
And if you want the truth, go see for yourself.
The Infamous Door is real.
(A/N): While I cannot claim to know of a secret room that has an infamous door inside it, the Famous Door is a real pub/bar/restaurant/whatchamacallit in New Orleans at 339 Bourbon Street.
It just randomly inspired me when I walked by it. So I wrote this.
The cover for this is the actual sign right outside of it. Just thought people might be interested.