The old house stood silently on the hill, its windows like vacant eyes staring into the twilight. Local legends said it was haunted, but young Alex, a budding photographer, saw only beauty in its decay. He carefully pushed open the creaking front door, his camera ready. Inside, dust motes danced in the faint light, and a strange, sweet scent hung in the air. As he stepped further in, a floorboard groaned loudly behind him, and the door slowly swung shut, plunging him into darkness. Alex... Which sentence would be the most logical and immediate continuation of the story?
A) ...decided to go home and develop his photos.