“Don’t open that door.”
They said it to me so many times.
At first, I listened.
I stayed away, tried not to think about it.
But the more they warned me about that door...
the more I felt something pulling me toward it.
“What’s inside?” I asked.
“No one knows,” they replied.
That didn’t stop me.
Every night, I stood in front of the door. My hand on the handle… just thinking.
“Don’t open it.”
But something inside me kept insisted.
So one night, I did it.
Slowly… I pushed it open.
The room was dark. A cold breeze blew. Silent.
Empty.
I stepped inside, confused.
“There’s nothing here…” I whispered.
Then the door slammed shut behind me...