With trepidation, I cautiously descend deeper in to the basement.

You walk cautiously down the basement stairs, your heart pounding in your chest.

Why are you so freaked out? you wonder. It's just some rich old guy's basement. It's probably stacked with random things, like boxes of old letters from his high-school sweetheart, or thirty-year-old Christmas decorations.

An overhead light clicks on.

As you descend the stairs, you hear the door closing behind you.

FUCK! HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?

You race back up the stairs, it's locked! But then you see a big red button. You press it, there's a click, and now you can open the door.

Oh, thank god!

You take a moment to settle your heart. Shit, that was a close one, you think to yourself. You close and open the door a couple more times, verifying that there's no problem with the big red button.

At the bottom of the stairs there is a nice but relatively utilitarian hallway. It's dim in the hallway, the only light is from the bulb at the top of the stairs, but you can make out five doors.

You test all of the doors, but they're all locked.

All except for one...