Day 258

Her ceiling wasn't usually covered with doors in varying states of openness.

Neither were her walls and yet somehow her house was this distorted turmoil.

Nobody else could see the doors, even though they appeared on the photos she took.

After her original panic she began to try a different approach to her new décor.

Exploration.

At first when she tried to approach the doors with intent to open them, they all shut at once

with a near deafening series of slamming as her entire house sealed itself off from her.

Yet when she stopped focusing on them, they all began to gradually open.

She decided to set up cheap webcams around the place just in case it was possible to see

what was on the other side of them, if anything at all.

The following morning she checked the cameras.

She expected something like her all or more doors behind the open doors.

As she sped the footage up, wanting to get through 8 hours fairly quickly, she saw little flickers

of movement coming from the doors.

Taking the footage to her laptop she managed to slow it down until she saw what the movement was.
Or rather, whom.

The figures all resembled her grandmother, if her grandmother had insectish legs and was dark red all over.
Whatever they were, they scuttled all around her house, pouring from the open doors like a flood.


It took her a while to realise... they came out... and never went back in.