The door in the basement

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That door. That dreaded door in my basement to the left of the laundry room door. My dad already tells me to never go in there, to ignore it, and he gets suspiciously nervous whenever someone brings it up.

There are always sounds coming from behind it, like muffled talking, groaning, and heavy breathing, and the occasional scream.

‘You don’t want to know what’s in there’ my father would say every time me or my sister would ask what’s behind the door. We would pretend to understand, but deep down, we both knew we had to open it. And that’s just what I did.

It was 12:00 at night when I decided to open it. I made sure that no one was awake, and stole the keys to the door off of dads nightstand. Thank god he is a heavy sleeper, or I would have been fucked. The basement door creaked so loud that I thought the house next door could’ve heard it, but no one woke up, so I quietly descended down the stairs and met face to face with the wooded door. I put the key in the slot and twisted it, my stomach filled with butterflies, my young mind racing, wondering what I would see when I opened the door. Another dimension? A room full of presents?

The door swung open with a force that almost knocked me down. I stepped in, not seeing anything at first, but then my eyes adjusted to the darkness. The only thing I could describe what I saw was Hell. Winged creature flying around, screeching as they carried people to their doom. Humans being eaten alive, being pushed into fire, being torn apart by humanoid creatures with terrifyingly large claws.

I turned to run out, but I noticed someone standing at the door. My father. Thank God, he came to save me. I started to run to him, but he stopped me. ‘It’s too late for you child. I’m sorry.’ My father said with tears in his eyes. What? I’m so confused. I started to walk back to him but he quickly shut the door, and locked it. I was in shock. Did my father just leave me to stay in this hell.

I started to cry, as a large, strong, clawed hand grabbed my shoulder from behind.

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