Room 8

You lean against the door and press an ear against it, finding that the room's completely silent. This helps your confidence slightly, but you still feel nervous as you open the door.

You step into the room and look around, finding that the room itself has a strange pink tint to it. The walls, floor, ceiling, light, furniture... they were all a strangely eye-catching shade of pink. Speaking of furniture, you find that this room was different to your own. There was a large, pink wardrobe.

Stepping closer to it, you press a hand gently against it. It felt... warm.

This is different, you think, I don't know whether to open it or not.

This uncertainty dwells in your mind, starting to grow out of control as you continue to contemplate what to do. The pink wardrobe stands still, almost as though it was taunting you. You weren't sure what drew you into this wardrobe, but whatever it was, it was powerful.