Episode Two - Labriynth Echoing throughout the house were creaking doors and the shake of them slamming shut. Teddy led the charge, refusing to admit what was happening. If he just kept pushing forward they’d find an old room- or better yet- an exit. But for now, they were trying to push through another storage room. “Stupid, this is all stupid.”
Tanvir and Jeremy never responded to him. Jeremy wanted to reach out and assure him it’s fine, but he couldn’t help but bite his own tongue when he tried. So, he just observed whatever new room they came into. Occasionally he’d touch something or bring something with him until he’d get bored. Whenever that happened he'd just leave it in that room, letting the cycle repeat. Tanvir, meanwhile, just walked and followed. As much as he would have loved to hide his fear, his shoulders couldn’t help but wilt towards his chest as he picked at the skin of his fingers.
They stood in a study. The kind you’d find in a wealthy home, complete with a real deer head on the wall. All three avoided eye contact with the head but silently acknowledged it being there, and it’s eery dead stare. Between two doors Teddy went to the smaller one by the fancy, redwood desk. Attempting his same tactic of turning and throwing open the door, it failed on him. The lock jimmied but held under his death grip. His eyebrows jumped, a light dashing through his clover eyes. “A-Ha!”
He continued to fight with the doorknob, the clicking of metal fidgeting under his grasp. The longer he struggled the more confident he became, his shoulders arching to give him more force. Tanvir, after almost a minute of Teddy grunting and trying to pry open the door, spoke. “Ted? Ted, I think it’s locked.”
“You think I don’t know that?!” He snapped back, “I can get it open though!”
“The whole point is that it can’t be opened, I don’t think you can do that.”
“Oh, and like you’re doing anything! Just shut up, let me figure this out.”
“I’m just saying! This isn’t gonna work.”
“You know what? Screw it.” Teddy stepped away. Tanvir patted him on the shoulder, “yeah come on there’s another door. I doubt a locked door is gonna get us out.”
Just then, Teddy slammed his boot against the door, right next to the lock. The door busted open with a satisfying crack and wheeze. Jeremy and Tanvir jumped back while Teddy cheered, “YES! Guess my dad taught me something!” Having his anger rewarded, Teddy looked into the room and smiled. “I told you! It’s the old living room! From the front of the house!”
“Wait, really?!” Jeremy pushed past Tanvir, who was also clambering to see. And just as Teddy said, there it was. The same old furniture, radios, and most importantly doorways. They rushed through to these doorways to find the exit. It should have led to the foyer with the dusty shoes. Should have. The doorway led down another hallway. One with little light and grime and nothing close to the stacks of boxes and old wallpaper they remember. Their faces dropped. Before the others could speak, Teddy groaned with a pained aggression. He turned back into the living