He told me there was paradise behind the oak doors on the tenth floor of the under-construction building. I didn’t believe him because there were no oak doors in that building; why would there be? It was under construction.
He told me there was a sparkling waterfall behind those doors, with mermaids in it. I deemed him crazy.
He told me that the doors appeared anywhere on that floor, tried convincing me to go with him. I pushed him away.
He was found dead on the road the next day; people said he jumped.
I knew that he saw the doors.