Save the Best for Last

I walked down a dimly lit, narrow hall, each wall lined with windows. I looked through the window to my left to try and see something to give me a clue of where I was but I could see nothing. Just tall, haunting pines stood against a pitch black sky, not one star to illuminate it. There was one door at the end of the hall, cracked slightly, just enough for a bit of light to shine into the hall. I ran toward the door, expecting a way out, at least a way to get some answers. I grabbed the knob on the door and pulled it slowly. I craned my neck to look through the door. Inside sat a dark red room, warmer than the hall, filled with furniture. I opened the door all the way and walked cautiously in. A small lamp flickered yellow light in the corner, giving the room an odd feeling, a comforting feeling. I began to become drowsy, my eyelids became heavy. I stumbled clumsily to a couch that stood a few feet in front of me. I sat down and the couch squeaked. I closed my eyes only for a moment and my mind was completely at ease, I felt no worry. I opened them up one last time, and realized that all around me, lay dozens of bodies of those who came before me.