Another locked door

Danielle delicately padded barefoot up the creaky wooden staircase, careful not to get a splinter. She reached for the doorknob to enter her home's kitchen and turned it. And turned it the other way. Locked.

"Shit!" the pretty naked coed said under her breath, heading back down to the washer.

Danielle tried opening the front door, but it was locked, in mid-cycle. "Double -shit!" she cursed again, kicking the machine in frustration. That futile move scraped a frayed wire along the concrete, and suddenly sparks flew. Some flames flicked from under the washer and smoke started to fill the dank cellar.

"Ohmigawd! I need to get out of here!" Danielle told herself, heading up the steps to the storm cellar door before realizing she was naked.