I went to visit my friend Madeline. When I arrived she was cutting up meat in the kitchen. I looked around the room and noticed there was a door in the middle of a wall that I swear I had never seen there before.
“Is that new?” I asked her.
“Hmm what?” she asked without turning round.
“That door. I don’t remember it being there before.”
“Oh that door! Yes it appeared there a few days ago.” she stated.
“Appeared?” I asked.
“Yes. One day it wasn’t there, and then another day it was.”
“And you don’t think that’s odd?” She turned to look at me.
“Yes it’s very odd. Open it and have a look inside.” she suggested. I cautiously walked up to the door and opened the door slowly. All I could see inside was total darkness.
“Is there a light?”
“No it’s totally dark. If you walk in there with a light, the darkness will eat it up.” she told me.
“Excuse me? Eat it up?”
“Walk in there and you’ll see what I mean.” she urged. She stopped cutting up the meat and walked to my side. “Go on!” I gingerly put my foot forward to find there was a floor there. I took a few cautious steps in. I turned my phone’s torchlight on and found it failed to illuminate the blackness around me. I turned to face Madeline.
“That’s totally weird!” I remarked. She smiled at me. It was then I saw her eyes suddenly turn red.
“Goodbye.” she said as she closed the door and I was engulfed in darkness.
“Hey open the door!” I screamed. I walked forwards to where the wall and door should be, but found nothing but empty air. I flailed around lost in the pitch black. “Please open up the door!”
This was inspired by the prompt March Writing Challenge Day 30 – a character encounters a door in their home that wasn’t there before provided by Emine Beasley. Though it wasn’t the main characters actual home…
In other news: I finally got around to submitting some poems to this years issue of Catalyst. I probably won’t hear back until October.
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