Alguien me ayuda a traducir esta historia?

From the other side.

It was a sunny day, yesterday was a rainy day, the grass were wet, the grass smelt so good.

I walked by the wet street side tying to not fall down.

I walked above a puddle a little deep I wanted to avoid it but for a strange reason this one moved of place and made me fall down.

Suddenly I look up and I saw a door, huge , with nails, clock's, pieces of solid steel, bright, the doors were made of wood with gold details and silver.

It was wonderful.

- I can't believe what my eyes were seeing, is this real?

* face of wonder * how did that door come here?

, Is this a dream?

I looked everywhere but there was nobody with me.

I couldn´t stop seeing that door I had curious for know what were behind that door, also I felt a few of fear.

My eyes were looking all the time that curiosity invaded me I could not help it, I decided to go to the great door decorated with a punk and cynical style.

* I'll open it up I want to know if someone is hurt in this * [ I took the knob and opened it slowly *.