Here is the next round 
You are in a closed, dark room lit only by a single oil lamp hanging from the center of the ceiling.
1) The first door is a trap door in the center of the room, a nondescript thing made of unvarnished wood with a rusty ring of iron for a handle. The floor around it creaks as you approach it, age and damp having eaten away at the barrier between you and what lies below. When you pause in trepidation at the weakness of the support beneath your feet, you hear faint whispers like a cold wind, susurrations of breath from some creature that lurks behind the splintered planks.
2) The second door is on the north wall of the room. It stands two meters tall and is made of what seems to be solid copper, flat and unmarked apart from the large patches of green oxidation streaking its surface. The fragments of untarnished metal glimmer in the flickering light of the oil lamp,. There is no handle, but a panel made of the same copper is placed in the wall on the right side of the door. If you press it, perhaps the door will open.
3) The last door isn't a door at all, but rather a shuttered window on the east wall of the room. No light seeps through the obvious cracks in the moldering wooden slats that block any would-be escapee. It is impossible to tell if the glass is intact on the other side, but you can see bits of the panes behind the shutters, opaque with what could be fog or frost. The air is cold there. There is no obvious handle or mechanism, but a large axe rests against the wall next to the window. Unlike the rest of the room, the axe is clean and well-kept, with a glossy handle and a sharpened blade. The iron seems to wink at you in the unsteady light from the lamp as you look at it, beckoning.
