Only One Way Out.

There is one room, there are several doors and a few roads leading to those doors. You feel led through a couple, but when you get to the threshold, the door slams shut in your face. Then, all the other doors disappear, and your left with one door, the door you've been dreading and refusing to go through. That's the only way out of the room, and it's the one that leads into the cold, dark, stormy night that so many people get lost in. Or, theres always the floor that your standing on now; the one that seems to be pulling you in further and further into a pit of quicksand...and just when you think you can't sink any further, you do. And you keep sinking until all that's left is one little airhole, and that's just the one you don't want to go through.