This is the beginning of a story from the prompt "you just moved into a new house and discover a door you've never seen before." I had the general idea but didn't know how to continue with it. It's mostly just background at this point. Here's the unfinished story:
As someone who moved every couple of years since I was a child, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. But nope, the move to some random small-town half way across the country from my previous home on the beach where the sun was always shining, irritated me to no end. I liked my life before the move. I had good friends. The house wasn’t the biggest, but it was warm and cozy, it was home. While I waited for my mom to find the key to the new house, which was way to big for the 4 of us, even with a new member of the family on the way.
I remember very clearly that it was raining because I hated rain at the time, and I sarcastically asked the universe why it was rubbing salt into my wounds while they were still fresh. The only good side to the house that I could see so far was the woods that surrounded the property, and the fact that I’d get my own bedroom this time, instead of sharing it with my little, annoying sister. I loved exploring, I hadn’t lived near woods like this since I was still in the single digits. They looked dense, and the trees were taller than the house which was impressive considering the house was 3 stories and looked like it belonged it the Victorian era. After some digging, I found that it was a Queen Anne styled house that was about a century old, give or take. When we finally got into the house after a few minutes of my parents struggling with finding the right key to the front door. The key ring they received when they bought the house was big and held numerous keys. It seemed unlikely that all the keys were for the house, there would have to be a separate type of lock for each door, which was a highly disturbing thought at the time, but upon entering the house and checking around, all the doors seemed to need the same key except a few. The basement, the attic, and the master all had modern day locks. The basement lock was a little weird, it had an extra bolt than the others, save for the front and back door, didn’t. The house was nice otherwise, a little old fashioned but nothing we couldn’t fix with some new paint and our own furniture. I ended up with the room with the tower bay window which I was extremely pleased about because it was probably one of my favourite parts of the house. The tower structure was beautiful, and the bay window was an added bonus I was not expecting.