The flower is now floating in the middle of the hallway. As it is touched by your spirit, one by one the petals begin to fall, looping and twirling until the reach the floor, where they begin to form small pools of purple liquid. As the last petal falls to the floor, all that is left is a scraggly stem.
The stem suddenly flames and lets out a sudden scream, it's voice sends a ice-cold chill down your spine. You cannot let go, and the scream continues, echoing down both directions of the hallway.
A crash is heard behind you and you instinctively turn around. A black liquid crashes down and rushes toward you like a flood.
You begin to run away. But it is as if you are running in place. The blackness finally engulfs you, swallowing you in its dark maw. Your senses fade out except for the scream of the flower echoing still as you are tossed in turned in the wave.
After a moment, you find that the flood is gone, leaving you at the foot of a white door. It is slightly ajar.
((What do you do))