The Scary Door

"You are entering a realm which is unusual. Maybe it's magic, or some kind of monster... The second one. Prepare to enter the Scary Door." This has nothing to do with monsters, it does with doors

It was 3:25 as I walked down the shiny, white hallway, squeaking all the way, to its end. I turned to see Jim, with almost exactly the same buzz cut and lab coat, it even, had the same name tag, James. I am James, he is Jim. "Hey there, Jim." I said, giving him a half smile. "Hey, how's it going?" he said hurriedly, but he was in too much of a hurry for him to have heard my response. I continued down the hallway to the men's bathroom. I reached for the handle and turned it back and forth. "Hey man, hurry up!" I plead. "Screw off!" I heard a voice similar to Jimmy's. I eventually gave up and, looking left and right, I shifted into the ladies' room. In there, I saw three doors. I peeked down to the floor. In the first stall, I saw a pair of shoes. I moved to the second stall, shoes. I peered over to the third stall, but this one was covered at the top and bottom, with the walls merging with the wall, in fact it was even made of the same material as the rest of the walls. I opened the door and stepped in, watching the other two doors the whole time. I suddenly felt scared, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, goose bumps returning, as if it were cold, it was one of the hottest days of they year. I turned to see blackness, and the weight of my leg dragging me down towards it.

I fell hard, hitting the ground what seemed like level what I was at before, but I couldn't tell, there was nothing but blackness in my wake. I looked up again to see a white door, similar to the door I just stepped into. Maybe I fell farther than I thought. I dragged myself up, ran to the door, and yanked it open. More blackness, but it may lead me out, I stepped through, not falling this time. I turned, but the door had vanished, I turned back forward to see another door, I walked towards it, but it seemed the same distance away, I started running, but it stayed at the same pace as if I was walking. I stepped through.

I was back in the halls of the laboratory. I looked up to see the clock, as in all of the hallways, in the center of the wall, it was 3:20. Confused, I looked around to see a door shooting past me, I ran after it, hoping to catch up again to the, now much faster, door. I brushed past a man as I ran, "Hey there, Jim." he said.  I hurriedly gave the first response I could think of without slowing my pace, "Hey, how's it going?" A moment later, I caught up to the door and pulled it open, it stopped and I tumbled through. I was in the men's restroom. Unlike the women's, the men's restroom is a single stall, because, usually, men don't need a stall, and when we do, it doesn't take very long. I felt something hit my head, hard. It was the porcelain sink. I reached for  the towel dispenser to stick it to my wound, "Hey man, hurry up!" a voice called from the other side of the door. "Screw off!" I yelled. Suddenly, another door appeared, this one wasn't getting away from me, I grabbed the handle, pulled myself from the urine-stained floor, and walked through.

Now I was in a different stall, a pink stall. I stood for a moment as I heard the pitter-patter of a man's shoes walk by, stop, walk, stop, walk, stop, open a door, and walk through. I quickly ran out, turned to my left and right- There, I saw it, my doom. I saw myself. A copy of myself. I wanted to stop instantly, but I couldn't help but poke him. I pulled my arm up from my side, he did the same, I reached out and jabbed his arm with my finger, he did the same. Suddenly, we both vanished. Poof. Dead.

But then it happened again, I was in a different stall, a different pink stall. I stood for a moment as I heard the pitter-patter of a man's shoes walk by, stop, walk, stop, walk, stop, open a door, and walk through. I quickly ran out, turned to my left to see myself again, to relive the experience- There, I saw it, my doom. I saw myself. A copy of myself. I wanted to stop instantly, but I couldn't help but poke him. I pulled my arm up from my side, he did the same, I reached out and jabbed his arm with my finger, he did the same. Suddenly, we both vanished. Poof. Dead.

Epilogue:

All evidence points to abduction, tonight, as police are still clueless as to the whereabouts of Dr. James Jameson, a striving young scientist with everything to prove has gone missing, police say that Jameson's whereabouts are still unknown, and that there are fingerprints and hair follicles dating from exactly the same time are littered about the scientific hallways and bathrooms of Los Alamos National Laboratory. The camera reeled back to see the news casters sitting at their desk. Well, that was absolutely crazy, what do you think, Jim? Well, James, I think it's ridiculous, I mean...

THE END?

Author's Note

Special thanks to ~tibots of Deviantart for letting me use his take on the Scary Door introduction from Futarama