The Hidden Door

Grabbing my suitcase hauled it into our new house. I inhaled the smell of old paint and dust. I opened my mouth to complain but guilt held me back. My mom had sacrificed a lot to buy this house and I truly can’t complain whilst maintaining a good conscience. I leave my bags next to the stairs and walk back to the tar to help my five-year-old brother with his bags and his toy bin. We walk into the house to see our mom already unpacking the kitchen utensils and setting the living room up. Leave it to my mom to be organized. I am a bit enervated as we wander around the residence. The story was that every tenant of this house never comes out alive. However, their bodies are never found so it is said that there is something truly wicked about this house but my mom, never believing in anything besides the power of the Lord, believes it is a fable. Nothing more nothing less. But I on the other hand am not so sure about that. Nothing about this place is very reassuring.

As I walk around the house, it almost feels like a sixth sense is telling me that there is a pair of eyes watching me. I feel an unnerving shiver journey along my spine as I head upstairs. Something about this place really gives me the creeps, and the fact that it is located right next to a cemetery doesn’t help very much.  

I head upstairs to see a hallway that has cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and a flickering lightbulb in the center. I head down the long corridor which leads to a row of bedrooms. I open the first one on my left and see an unpretentious room with white walls and it has an irregular looking, brown door at one end. Besides that, there is just a bed and a worn-down dresser. I turn to leave when I hear a knock and I whip my head around but as soon as I look it stops. I must have been imagining is what I told myself but something in me made me doubt that. I hear my mom yell my name and I hurry out of the room and head downstairs to help my mom. 

I pack my brother’s bags away in a corner and help him put his bed sheets on his bed and hang some clothes on his hanger. I then head back downstairs to grab my bags and I notice something even more peculiar. I see a trail of red fluid that seems to be leading to the basement. I remember what I came down for and head upstairs and see that my mom has already picked her room so I guess I’m stuck with the one with the creepy door. I walk it and I inhale a foul smell that makes me cringe. It almost smells like something….. Rotting. 

I look around and try to arrange my stuff and 2 hours later I’m finally satisfied. I again hear a knock but this time its followed my a scrape on the doors. I glance at the door. I walk next to it and put my hand on the handle. I twist the handle. It creaks and I am met with a pitch-black room with a pool of some liquid. I find a large form of an object on the floor and as I bend down the foul redolence is so strong. I look closely and see a hollowed, eyeless face. It is a girl. A dead rotting girl. I open my mouth to scream but I’m choked by someone and dragged down a long walkway. I struggle for air but their grip just grasps harder. My face starts turning red and my lungs are screaming for air. They finally release me and I fall to the ground struggling for air. I look up to see a giant of a man staring at me, 

Some people might say spiders or heights are scary but if you could imagine the most terrifying person on earth, he looks 10x worse. He has 5 rows of razor-sharp teeth bared, muscles the size of my shoe, knives in his jacket the size of my entire top half, and long, sharp nails. I stare at him as his smile enlarges. His teeth bared he picks me up with one hand and sniffs me. He laughs as I struggle against him but fail horrendously. I screech “Why do you want me?” He laughs in a nasty bone-chilling tone and replies “Because you saw the girl and soon you would find me and tattle tail all over town and get me kicked into jail.” “ I won’t tell a single soul just please let me go!” I plead but lose hope when I see his eyes light up with the devil.

He growls and drops me to the ground and I land on my tail bone with a thud. I then hear a scream and I see my brother wailing in another giant’s hands. “Caleb! No, leave him alone take me instead! Please!” I sob as I watch them take my brother and place him on a large wooden board stained with a deep rich red stain. I scream until my voice cracks and turn my head as I hear the knife hit the board. “No. This can’t be!” I race to the door and leave the cackling giants behind me. I raced to my mom’s room to see her sitting on her bed. I pant and try to explain what just happened but am shocked when my mom laughs and explains she was playing a prank on him and tells my brother to come out from under the bed. He hops up and gives me a huge hug. We walk back to my room and she hands me and my brother cookies and milk. We laugh and giggle and just as we are about too head to Caleb’s room we hear a knock. “Mom, I already know it’s you!” She stares at me. “Th-that wasn’t me.” she stutters. We hear an ear-splitting shriek and that’s all I remember. 

The next thing I know I wake up in a place on clouds filled with gold streets and angels floating. I see Caleb standing with a tall basketball player and his daughter and my mom chatting with a boy who used to play Luke on one of my childhood shows. I guess this is my new home. I’m carried off into the distance by angels and its safe to say that as I look down I am astonished. I see a wide array of people. I look at one girl and see that this is a list of people in harm and my mom, my brother, and I all have our names checked in gold checks. I guess we were saved. We were lucky.