You open the door and see it is completely dark. But darkness doesn't bother you, so you move forward. The door closes behind you. No light can be seen.
As you are moving forward the walls and ceiling start getting tighter. You are almost getting stuck, when suddenly you're past and fall on your face. Pushing yourself back up, you see some light up ahead. Also you can sense that you are in a very large space, but you can not see the walls. It is oppressively dark.
Moving somewhat quickly towards the light, you start to make out that the light is a lamp that is hanging from the ceiling over a small oak table. Following the wire upward, it disappears into the darkness. On the table is a paper and what looks like an unlit flare. The paper has words on it.
You have very little time to decide.
Is it the door to heaven you want to the left?
Or is it the door to hell you want to the right?
Or would you rather be in limbo?
You pick up the paper to see the reverse, and are startled as the flare ignites. Looking back at the paper, it says:
Flares are not immortal.
The ceiling light flickers then goes out.