Instead of a closet on the other side, you find a winding hallway. The hallway is in poor condition, as the house continues to implode. The lights flicker, and all the photos from around the house are now covering the walls of the hallway. At the end of the hall, though, is the front door.
You begin running, not even caring about the holes in the floor. Leaping over debris and wreckage, you make your way towards the light at the end of the tunnel. As you get closer, the walls begin to close in, as the hall warps and spirals. Now running on the walls, you feel hands grab at you from the paintings- trying to hold you back. But you persist.
Closer, the walls push in- making you crawl the last few feet. It’s uncomfortable, but being so close you cannot stop. Finally, you reach for the handle, and push yourself through- barely making it.