"The Door"

"The Door"

The house was old. The kind that settled beneath the weight of its years, groaning and creaking throughout the night. I was excited to start over in a new town, having recently moved there. There was something about the house that made me think it was ideal, even if it was too inexpensive for its size. When I inquired about the location's history, the realtor had been evasive, almost aloof. "Just an old house," she had remarked, smiling artificially. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

However, she was mistaken.

I saw the door the first night I was there. Tucked between the kitchen and the living room in the hallway, it was made of ancient, aged wood and had brass hinges that shone in the low light. When I first toured the house, I had not noticed it. It appeared out of the darkness as though it had appeared overnight, waiting for me to observe it.

The door seemed peculiar. Although it was not very big, it felt... out of place. The wood appeared twisted and the paint chipped, as if it had been neglected for years. I was unable to recall seeing it on my initial walkthrough. There were no handles, just a rusty, ancient lock that clicked softly when touched.

I gazed at it for a long time, feeling an odd tug in my chest that made me want to get closer. But I was also uneasy about it for some reason.

I made an effort to ignore it. I spent the following few days unpacking and getting settled in the house. But every night, I would find myself staring at that door as the shadows moved across the walls. It seemed to be observing me and waiting for me to initiate contact.

One night, I was powerless to resist. Curiosity got the better of me, and I touched the clasp. A shiver went up my spine the instant my fingertips touched the metal, a feeling like ice scuttling under my skin. The door seemed to be alive and waiting for me.

I inhaled deeply before turning the lock. The door squeaked open, and the only thing outside was darkness. Nothing but darkness, neither a room nor a closet. It seemed as though the door opened into a void devoid of light and sound.

With my heart thumping in my chest, I took a step back. A low, raspy voice appeared to creep into my ears as it muttered from the shadows. "Get closer."

My breath caught in my throat as I backed away. In an attempt to make sense of it, my mind raced. What I was feeling could not be described. I could not ignore it, though. The room itself seemed to be holding its breath, and there was a heavier feeling in the air.

I shook and hurriedly closed the door. I was soaked in cold sweat and my heart was pounding. I tried to calm my breathing while I sat on the floor. What had I just gone through? Had I created an opening for anything else, or was my mind deceiving me?

I had trouble sleeping that night. Every time I closed my eyes, the door was there, staring back at me from its black, empty abyss. The murmuring voice trailed behind me, reverberating in my head, getting louder and more insistent. "Get closer."

I could not bring myself to look at it the following day. I kept my attention on the rest of the home and completely avoided the corridor. However, I could not help but be curious about what was outside the door. I was unable to break free from the compulsion.

I knew I had to confront it by the third night. I needed to know what it required of me.

I was not going to simply touch the latch this time. I intended to fully open it and enter.

I reached for the latch once more, my hand shaking. There was an overwhelming sensation of inevitability this time, instead of a chill or dread. This time, the door opened with a moan, but the blackness appeared to flood out, as though the emptiness were grabbing hold of me. With my legs trembling under me, I took a step forward and crossed the threshold.

Then I heard it, louder, more demanding, more forceful than before.

"Get closer."

The voice was no longer a whisper. It was a cry of desperation, a scream. I sensed it grabbing hold of me and dragging me into the shadows. I attempted to back away, but my feet refused to cooperate. I was no longer behind the door. I was suffocating in the darkness that encompassed me.

I screamed, but it did not come out. My chest was tight with terror, and my hands were numb. It seemed like breathing underwater because of how thick the air was. With a horrible shock, I realized that the voice was no longer merely in my head as it drew closer. It was genuine, reaching for me out of nothingness.

I attempted to turn and flee, but the blackness surrounded me. There was no way out. The voice became more insistent and louder, and I could hear it roaring in my ears.

Then it stopped as abruptly as it had appeared. Silence.

I opened my eyes.

I was standing in front of the door in the hallway again. Behind me, the latch clicked shut. It was oddly silent in the house, as if nothing had happened. However, I was aware. Something had reached out to me, and I had responded, and I knew that something was waiting for me beyond that door.

With my heart pounding, I turned away and vowed to myself that I would never come back here again. The home, however, had different ideas. The whisper reappeared as I turned to go, and the door creaked open once again.

"Get closer."

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