You awoke to the sound of someone knocking on your front door. After half-heartedly yelling "Be there in a second!" they stopped. The apartment felt quieter than usual, the air somehow stale and unwelcoming as if you were intruding upon the lair of something ancient.
The moment your feet touched the carpet the knocking returned, faster and harder as though the person on the other side was afraid and desperately seeking shelter. You found yourself rushing passed rooms that you didn't remember on your way to meet the stranger who dared to disturb you.
For reasons beyond your comprehension, at the time all the oddities and falsities you were presented with (doors where they should and couldn't be, paintings that laughed at you as you hurried onwards to the door that was so much further away than it usually was) didn't strike you as anything but normal.
Even your front door didn't look like a door. The atmosphere around it made it feel more like an animal camouflaged as a door, waiting for you to reach out so it could strike you down. Perhaps it was pulsing slightly, as though it had breath, or was that your vision slowly fading in and out of clarity as though you were battling your way through another dimension that was now overlapping your home?
Either way, you knew that opening the door would answer it all.
The moment your feet touched the carpet the knocking returned, faster and harder as though the person on the other side was afraid and desperately seeking shelter. You found yourself rushing passed rooms that you didn't remember on your way to meet the stranger who dared to disturb you.
For reasons beyond your comprehension, at the time all the oddities and falsities you were presented with (doors where they should and couldn't be, paintings that laughed at you as you hurried onwards to the door that was so much further away than it usually was) didn't strike you as anything but normal.
Even your front door didn't look like a door. The atmosphere around it made it feel more like an animal camouflaged as a door, waiting for you to reach out so it could strike you down. Perhaps it was pulsing slightly, as though it had breath, or was that your vision slowly fading in and out of clarity as though you were battling your way through another dimension that was now overlapping your home?
Either way, you knew that opening the door would answer it all.
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