"What's inside it?" I asked.

He chuckled, so humorless and dark that it ripped a chill up my back. "No one's ever opened it to find out."

Whatever it was, it had to be bad. And to think I'd actually tried to pry it open with a shovel and attacked it with a flamethrower. Here, Paul, you poor thing. Let me help you open this door that's not supposed to open so you can play with what lurks underneath. I could just punch myself in my own throat for being so stupid. I'd even ...