last man out again pulls the door closed behind him , though not carefullyhe is anxious to leave , in his heart anxious to be gone from this defiling , to be done with this place , gone from this what could have been , should have been enjoyable task , but was not , this plagued by fundamental wrongness not enjoyable taskso , not carefully , anxious to leave , he swings the door shut behind him , hears it attempt to click itself into place , hears it fail and entertains , halfway down the first set of stairs , entertains for the briefest of moments the thought of turning back to pull it all the way shut , but the first man out is already in the open air below , rushing now , calling back for the others , anxious to be gone , and what does it really matter anyway , and so , as the last man out takes the remaining stairs two at a time to catch up it slowly swings ajar on still nervous hinges , soon to invite anyone who might pass to enter , to come in and see for themselves what has taken place here at the hand of arrak and under the guise of season .