Locked Door
You enter the code into the lock, sliding the numbers into place. There is some resistance as the lock is old. Brown specks of rusted metal chip from the lock as you force them to turn. After you enter all the numbers, you hear and feel a click. You pull down on the lock, eager to finally leave this place. The lock pulls down and the iron detaches, letting go of the chains.
The lock drops to the ground with a heavy this, sending a vibration throughout the entire room. The chains which were supposedly tightly wrapped around the handle of the door slide off on their own, almost like they are possessed. They crawl down the door like snakes and fall lifelessly onto the floor, burying the massive lock until it could not be seen anymore. The door is now clear.
With one hand still holding the oil lantern, you grab one of the cold handles with your other hand. You pull on the handle, finding the door as heavy as it looks. You lean backwards and pull as hard as you can. You feel your muscles strain but bite through the pain. With every step backward on your heels, the door opens ever so slightly more. Light peeks through the cracks. As you open the door further, the light begins to flood in.
Once the door is opened enough for you to fit your whole body through, you stop and hold it there for a moment. The door is not returning back and so you let go. You stretch your sore arm and your legs and look down at the lantern in your hands. The lights are flickering wildly and the flames are nearing the bottom of the lantern. You watch as the fire starves and consumes itself. The fire shrinks and the light shrinks until there is nothing left.
The lantern has served you well. You lay it down on the floor to rest and take a deep breath. The air is no longer musky. The curious winds howl as they rush in to explore the old mansion, bringing along with it the fresh air of the outdoors. Without turning around, you walk out the door.