Locks are for a reason

"It's locked!" Marie whisper screamed.

"No way." Kip said to her. "We came all this way, it can't be just locked."

"D'uh, of course it can be locked. You come to an abandoned prison and you think every door will be just open as you wish?"

"Well...yes."

"Think again. I guess we'll just have to go to other rooms, or..." Marie knelt down to the door. "Hold my flashlight."

"What are you doing?" Kip asked.

"What does it look like? I'm trying to pick the lock."

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No." the door lock clicked. "But I guess I have beginner's luck."

The doors opened. What they saw was an operating room. It was full of tools, as if nobody ever cleaned this room, as if everybody just dropped what they were doing and ran. Some of the instruments had dried blood on it.

"Well. This explains why it was locked." said Marie while looking around.

"Yeah, but this is exactly why we came here, now isn't it?" Kip said with a small smile.

He shined on the table. It was messy, instruments were on the ground and on it, they were rusty and old.

"Do you think I could take something as a souvenir?" he asked.

"Gore just attracts you like a magnet, doesn't it?" Marie asked.

"Yeah..." Kip said and lifted a scalpel.

"Ew, don't touch it, it might be infected or something." Marie said. "If you want a souvenir, better take this."

"What is it?"

"Looks like a doctor's ID or something."

"Cool. What do you think happened that they all just ran away from?"

"Dunno, alien attack?" Marie asked with a smile.

"Yeah suuuure. Hey, what's there?" Kip shined a light to the end of the room. There was a little door and it was a little ajar.

"Well, if it's ajar, it's open for everybody. Let's go see." Marie said and marched towards the door.

She opened it. What she saw completely took her aback. Her face became pale as if somebody changed it with a wand. Kip went closer to see what scared her so much. He started swearing when he saw was inside. Probably there was a cult formed between the surgeons or some bloody games were happening among them as there was a pentagram drawn out of what appeared to be already old and dried blood, there were candles all around the place. There was a skull in the middle of the pentagram. Kip went inside, careful not to step on the blood. The room was not big, but what caught his attention after he got used to the amount of blood on the floor was a huge crack on the wall opposite to the door. He went close to it and traced his fingers over the crack.

"That's weird." he said.

"No shit, there's a skull in the middle of the pentagram made out of blood!"

"Yeah, but the crack. It's hot."

"What? How can it be hot? Even if there is a heater behind it, nothing works here anymore."

"Well, that's why I'm saying that it's weird."

"Ok, dude, I think it's time for us to go go. It's not some dice game anymore."

"No....it's much more interesting than that" Kip said while tracing the wall. "Maybe they opened some kind of portal and that's why they all ran away."

"But how come they didn't see this sooner?" Marie asked.

"I don't know. But I ain't leaving without pictures." Kip took out his mobile phone and photographed various details of the room.

"Shit, Kip, I think I hear somebody coming here." Marie said.

"It's probably the guard. Let's go!" he put his phone into the pocket and they started running.

"Hey, who's there?!" the guard shouted, but he couldn't see them, he just heard their steps.

They ran out and didn't stop until they reached the city. They went to their place where they checked the pictures before sleep. It seemed like screenshots from a horror movie set. They had a beer to celebrate their good night and went to sleep.

The next morning Marie woke him up.

"Kip, Kip! Wake up, they're showing the prison on the news!"

Kip bolted awake. There was a news reporter standing next to a sad looking man who apparently was the guard they outran last night. He was saying that happens sometimes, that people break into the prison, but they couldn't believe they found a closed off room. The news crew showed the room they were standing last night. They blamed it all on them, that they showed up and trashed the place at first, but then the forensics team told the blood and the skull was at least ten years old. The news reporter said the police is on the case right now and that probably some cult was being followed in the prison, probably among surgeons, that's why the room was next to the operating room.

"You can follow our story at our website, where you will also find the photographs and further interviews."

"Isn't that cool?" Marie said.

"Something was odd in the room they showed. Can you give me my laptop?"

"Sure." She brought his laptop to his bed. He went to the news website, found the article and clicked on pictures. He found the one where the whole room was photographed. He took out his phone and found a photo shot from a similar angle. He put those two together. He kept looking to the phone and back to laptop comparing them.

"Is something wrong?" Marie asked.

"The crack."

"What about it?"

Kip turned the laptop and the phone towards Marie so that she could see both of the pictures. "It's gone."

"But how can that be?" Marie compared the pictures. The crack was indeed gone.

"I don't know. But hopefully we didn't release the thing that scared off all the surgeons."

"Yeah, hopefully." Marie agreed.

At the same time, the person, who we saw as the guard at the news was changing his clothes in his work room. He buttoned up a nice suit he found in the closet and put on a tie. At last he looked in the mirror and smiled.

"It's good to be back."