The Forbidden Door

There was only one rule: don't open the door. This had been told to her for as long as she could remember. She never understood why, and as she grew older, her curiosity was getting the best of her. What could possibly be behind that door that she shouldn't see.

This was the house she was born in, and grew up in. She had many happy memories in here, but there had always been a sense of mystery. It was as though there was something else there. You couldn't see it, but if you walked to certain areas, particularly late at night when you were alone, you could feel it. She never really felt afraid, on the contrary. It seemed to have a relaxing affect.

Then there was this door. She knew that behind it was a storage room and an old bedroom. She had always heard stories of somebody dying in there. It was a peaceful death, so it shouldn't be anything to be afraid of, or was it?

Sometimes late at night, she would stand there staring at the door. She wanted to open the door so badly, but she always stopped herself. What was it that she shouldn't see. Maybe it was just a storage room lost in time, maybe, just maybe, it was something else.