Disclaimer: Not mine.
Men fear death as children fear to go into the dark; as that natural fear is increased by tales, so is the other. -Francis Bacon
The room is darker than he can ever remember. He feels his way slowly to where he believes the door to be, only to be met with wall. He inches slowly to the right, feeling for the doorknob, then back towards the left, finally closing his small hand around the cold metal. Opening the door, he began the process of inching slowly to the right, around a corner, and along the wall until he met another door. This was the one. The one that would save him from this perpetual dark.