Somewhat chapter two.

     The girl was unwelcomingly welcomed into the castle by two large doors. They were old, stained black and totally gross. They were made from oak and had been hand-carved to look as terrifying, yet majestic as possible. There was a fragrance of mystery about the doors, which the girl's keen nose picked up on.

     'Smells pretty mysterious if you ask me' she blabbered. She was right. 

     Skulls had been chiselled into the door's frames, the rotting wood discredited some of their presence, but they still served as a warning to anyone who was foolish enough to venture up and have a good old gander. 

     As a matter of fact, the doors were by far more interesting than the girl. Which explains their hugely overshadowing description by a long shot. Pah! She's just so bland. 

     That dirty whore strained against the doors, attempting to force them open, but they remained sealed. It was only when it was pointed out that they were pull doors that she finally managed to stumble into the castle. But lo and behold, what should she encounter but another door. 

     'Keep out' read the door. 

     'You can't tell me what to do - you're a door.'

     'Damn, you're right' said the door as it swung open on it's hinges. 'I hate being a door.' 

     Some more things happened which built suspense and created tension until the girl plodded into the lobby. She feasted her eyes on the room in anticipation, only to be greeted by a massive anticlimax. 

     'Hello' said the anticlimax. 

     Haha, no - I'm only joking. Anticlimaxes don't talk either.