The rain gets heavier and I decide to get to the shelter as quickly as possible, I start sliding down the path until I get to the door. It looks like the door is locked but one shove and it opens. I step inside. It's dry but very dirty, the floor is full of grime and rusted pots and pans spill onto it, there is also a lone piece of rolled up carpet that looks about 100 years old. It's silent but a distant noise that sounds like crying is coming from a room at the end of a long hallway. I tip toe over to where the crying is coming from, it starts getting louder until I am right outside the door. I place my hand on the rusted door knob...