A voice crackles forth from a radio, fuzzy at first, then clear all at once.

Voice
Hello listeners, and welcome to another episode of Twisted Tales: the only radio show that plays in the evening, and keeps you up at night.

Yesterday, we talked about one anonymous boy's secret desire to bury his family alive! Thanks again for THAT letter, and don't anyone ignore it if someone you know suddenly takes up gardening.

Tonight, we have another letter from thin air. But first, a foreword:

The most important secret that has ever mattered to mankind, from childhood and onward, is a secret door. Not aliens, not the government, and not even Bigfoot. Unlimited possibility lies beyond that cracked portal, if only one has the key. But what if that door was never meant to be opened? What happens when the one who's locked inside... is you?

Without further ado, I present 'A Locked Door Knocks', by Anonymous.

"I walked down a square, spiraling staircase. Descending, endlessly... the end was the beginning, and the beginning had no end. The stairs were falling behind me, falling upwards, pushing me ever downward... until I came upon a room.

In it, there were people smiling, and cheering. A cake with candles sat on the table. But none of the people, as they turned to me, had faces.

I turned around, and I was in a swirl of red leaves and snow. A whirling tornado. I stood in its eye. It was peaceful there.

Then, the storm cleared, and I found myself in a dark room with a darker door. It knocked and I had the key, but I didn't want to open it. Louder, louder, and louder still: knock, Knock, KNOCK! I threw the key away, into the darkness... and the room flooded with cold, white light."

And that... was 'A Locked Door Knocks'. Thank you all for listening, and I'll be back next week with another... Twisted Tale. This is PurpleFox, going back from whence we came.

The voice falls silent, and the crackling returns... then, static.