The Wrong Door

Ella always took the same route home, but that night, a detour sign led her down an unfamiliar street. The buildings were derelict, their windows shattered like empty eyes watching her.”
She hurried past, but the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. Panic set in as she realized the streets were a maze, leading her deeper into the unknown. Finally, she found a door slightly ajar and rushed inside, hoping for safety. The room was empty, except for a chair with her name carved into it. The footsteps stopped outside, and the door creaked shut behind her.