You move to a corner of the hallway, just to get ready to go into the next room.
You have an eerie feeling about this. Like you've seen a movie about this, where a little girl, like you, were transported to some eerie place, and was killed. But so much is wrong with that, you're not a little girl, you've been here before, you specifically remember the smell, and you're not about to get murdered.
It's still fun for you to fantasize about your own murder, it just won't happen today... as far as you know...
You still move onto the door.