The door feels red book, as though a fire is burning behind it. I press an ear to the wood — but there’s no crackle. No smoke. Just deep, heavy breathing and a curious dripping sound. My hand’s on the door knob. Inside the room, somebody giggles — low, throaty, sadistic. There’s a ripping sound, followed by snaps and crunches. My hand turns. The door opens. Hell is revealed.