Door
You enter the room. What room? What do you mean, "What room"? You know the one. It's the one you escape to in times of boredom, times of crisis. Times of extreme or lack of emotion in general. You enter into this room for a reason, but you can't remember exactly why. You are here for a reason, though. As you shut the door behind you, your chest tightens. Heartrate quickens. Blood pumping, primal urge combined with a teleprompter- a teleprompter, when did they add that?- tells you to LOCK THE DOOR. A click of the lock. Chain lock too. Don't forget the deadbolt. Throw yourself against the door as well, just in case. The door slams against you, thumping and threatening to bust open at the hinges. As it thumps, you are thrown to the ground, knees skinned and bruising. Why are you so stressed out? This happens every time. The wood splintering and screws clattering on the floor, though? That's new, I'll admit that much. Now, why were you here? Start looking. Make up a reason, the true purpose will reveal itself to you in time. Up, up, on your feet. Pick up the hammer, too. Nails are already partially in the wood but you need to connect them through the door. Bang into the nail. There are dozens of them already set into the wood. Get hammering. Joannie Works With One Hammer, You'll have to work with three. Slam into the wood. Make sure they stick. Blood is seeping out of the holes, now. What are you doing, don't take that as a sign to stop! The nameless, shapeless, faceless thing on the other side lets out a pitiful groan. Not on the side of the door, though. Via the teleprompter: RRRRHRHGHHHHHH. Another message received. The wood in your own hammer is splintering as well, how much of that blood is yours? The crimson red droplets from your own clenched fist contrast rather nicely against the pearl white pool seeping from under the door. It's almost dead for now. A few more nails, security is within your grasp..
There. You hear a thud as it hits the ground, room shaking from the intensity. Your sanctuary is protected once again, for now at least. Oh! And there's the reason you came in, sitting on the table. You grab it and exit, careful not to open the door.