The Door To Hell.

There was only one rule: don't open the door.

We were house hunting, and I'd taken a specific liking to this old house. Its old, musty door and crumbling window frames told of past lives. I imagined a family from the 50s living there, having breakfast in the lounge.

"I'm sorry, Miss; this one's out of bounds," the estate agent told me.

"You can look but don't open the door. Nobody has been inside that old house for years, nobody dares to go inside."

I pleaded with her, and she finally unlocked the door with a brass key that was more ancient than time itself.

When the agent opened the door, screams filled the room.

"Close the door, NOW! " they screamed.

Before we could respond, the door closed behind us.

We clawed at the walls and the windows, daring not to breathe as we desperately tried to get out.

"You can not leave. This is the door to HELL! You must suffer and grieve the loss of life forever locked in this house!" the voices screamed.

We screamed a terrifying scream as a face came toward us and said,

"Welcome to your new home, the house of HELL!"