The Room That Shouldn’t Exist

🕯️ The Room That Shouldn’t Exist 🕯️

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Door

The abandoned house on Blackwood Street had stood untouched for decades, its paint peeling like old parchment, its windows forever clouded with dust. No one dared enter—not even teenagers looking for a cheap thrill.

That changed when Daniel Harper, a journalist obsessed with unsolved mysteries, decided to step inside. Armed with only a flashlight and his notebook, he pushed open the creaking door, releasing a breath of stale air that smelled of damp wood… and something older.

Daniel took cautious steps forward, his shoes kicking up dust that had settled for years. But something was off. The floor, covered in thick dust, had no footprints—except his own.

And then, he saw it.

A door that shouldn’t exist.

It stood at the end of the hallway, hidden behind old wallpaper that had peeled just enough to reveal its wooden frame. The strangest part? There was no record of this door in the house’s blueprints.

Chapter 2: A Step Into Nowhere

Daniel's fingers trembled as he reached for the handle. The brass was ice cold. He hesitated, feeling an overwhelming sense of unease, as if unseen eyes were watching.

The moment he twisted the knob, a sudden gust of air rushed past him, carrying whispers—words he couldn't understand, yet felt deep in his bones.

Inside, the room was… impossible.

The walls stretched endlessly, covered in faded wallpaper that seemed to shift under his gaze. A single wooden chair stood in the center, and on it lay a leather-bound journal.

The name embossed on the cover made Daniel's breath catch.

Daniel Harper.

His own name.

His pulse pounded as he flipped open the book. The pages were filled with detailed entries of events that hadn’t happened yet—his own future, written in ink that seemed to breathe.

Chapter 3: The Final Entry

Daniel’s fingers turned the pages faster, his eyes scanning words that described his exact movements in real-time—from stepping into the house, to finding the hidden door, to opening this very book.

His breath hitched as he reached the final entry.

🕯️ "You will read this, and then you will turn around. Do not turn around." 🕯️

A shadow stretched across the floor, growing larger behind him. The air turned thick, suffocating.

Daniel's hands shook as he read the next line.

"You already did."

A creak echoed behind him.

The flashlight flickered.

And then—darkness.