Interestingly enough, he wasn't afraid of what he would find when he opened the door...

It creaked suddenly, long and deep as if it were echoing it’s age. For as long as Tad could remember the barn had been standing staunch against the weathers of time. This was his safe haven. As a boy he could remember lounging in her lofts atop golden hay. Kittens were frequent companions, as were the barn owls, and the quiet solitude of just being. Coming back had been hard for tad, but this door was home to him. He opened the door wide and for a moment, stepped back in time.