Not one of those old movie-style ones, it was more like a wooden slab painted to look like a door.
There didn't seem to be any way to use it - there was no handle, but it had hinges about an inch
from the skirting.
When they tapped on the surface they heard the sound reverberate, there must be a basement.
The home owners planned to call someone in to open it without damaging the floor around it.
After phone calls were made and a time set out for three days time they postponed the new
carpet and left the dining room alone for the time being.
That night however, their dreams were filled with images of spindly white arms opening the
door from the other side, screaming and howling in was no human ever could.
They awoke panting and gasping, both rushing to the dining room.
The door lay as it had the previous afternoon, still unopenable.
Nothing had changed in the room but something about it felt different.
Frantic phone calls were made the next day but the carpenter they'd booked was unavailable
until the set date, doing it for themselves was entirely out of the question.
So they shut the door leading to the dining room and (just in case) they blocked it with a chair.
Feeling safer they resumed their lives as normally as they could with that room out of use.
The dreams came back that night, the same pale skeletal arms pushing the door open, the same
howling and screeching.
This time, however the arms stretched towards the door they'd closed, they stretched unbelievably
long with their emaciated hands scrabbling and failing to open it.
Once again the dreamers both woke up hyperventilating and afraid.
As they checked the dining room door they saw that the chair had been pushed to one side.
They goaded each other into moving closer, inching near and nearer.
As their hands touched the doorknob it rattled and the whole door shook as though something
on the other side of it was trying to break out.
The couple sprinted to the hallway phone and called the police, somehow someone had gotten
into their house and was trying to rob them.
When the police arrived however, the dining room was empty, the windows were all intact and
the door on the ground remained as passive and sealed as it was when they first found it.
They joked it had been rats, embarrassed that their imagination had gotten so away with them.
Still, they were unsettled by what happened and refused to sleep that night.
They camped out in the dining room instead, armed with kitchen knives just in case.
Around two in the morning the door on the ground began to open.
Next door had phoned the police in, said they'd heard screaming coming from the house over.
They found a woman sitting in a hole in the ground in a dining area, a wooden plank lay beside her.
She was covered in blood and shivering, the man who lived with her was nowhere to be seen.
She would only say two things.
It was never a dream.
The doors surround us.
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