You steel yourself. You didn’t come out this far for nothing. Besides, it could just be something that fell over and was rolling over the floorboards in a very annoying sort of way. Smiling reassuringly to yourself, you pull out a flashlight from your pocket and aim it at the interior of the house. A main hall with two stair cases leading up to the first floor, two doors opening onto longer corridors, bits of furniture here and there… but most importantly, empty. Dusty, but definitely empty. You walk in.
The doors have sealed shut behind you. You jump. Of course you jump. Who doesn’t jump when a door is slammed shut by an invisible hand? Your heart starts beating at a faster rate and you will yourself to calm down. It’s prolly just the wind, you tell yourself. You look around, trying to decide which direction to take, then decide it would be safer to remain on the ground floor… after all, the floorboards of the second floor might have been eaten by termites. Or some other lame excuse. You take the door to your right and stare down the long corridor. You count six doors lining its walls and decide to try the one closest to you.
Does it 6) remain locked, or 7) open?