And the story starts:

The door was slightly ajar, just enough that she could see the darkness behind it.  The light behind her could not penetrate the darkness. Slowly, step by step, she approached the door.  Her shoes were making soft swishing noise against the harsh wood under her feet.

Reaching ahead slightly she put her hand against the door.  Strange, the door felt slightly warm beneath her fingers.  A cool breath of air brushed against her skin, causing her to shiver, almost mocking the warmth of the door.  Leaning forward she pushed against the door, causing it to swing open….

What happens next?