Refuge in the door

The pretty little blonde girl was exposed and totally on the street, and decided that darting into the open door would get her out of sight and give her time to figure out how to contact Raoul to let her in the house. She took one quick look around, and moved as quickly as she could to the door, half her pale white body thrust inside as she peeked inside. This was some sort of back room, dimly lit and packed with old junk. There was a row of lockers on one side, like the ones she remembered from high school. She could see a doorway on the other side of the room, but beyond the lockers it was too dark to see what was there. Ears peeled for any noise, she inched her way into the room, hoping to find a phone or some clothes or even just a blanket...