.16.

In the back room of my house, I found this cute little closet behind the armoire.

When I opened the door, it was pitch black.

The only light coming in was from a streetlight through the window.

I took a step in and all of a sudden I was falling.

I had never fallen for so long.

I could see a small light coming from under me and fell through it into a big oven.

It was scorching, like the feeling when you touch an iron, except all over me. The only thing I could do was flail.

I fell straight throught the oven and, mercifully, into a big pitcher of iced tea.