Beyond the Black Door

A two sentence horror story

I cannot say precisely when the notion first ventured into my mind that the black door must be opened, though I can with certainty tell you that the temptation to know and uncover whatever secrets it conceals pressed upon me soon after my entry into this forsaken manse.

For days, its mere existence at the end of the second floor corridor taunted and tortured me, its knotted eyes watched me, and its voiced beckoned to me, begged me to open it, and now that I have, I'll never be free of the wretched darkness I've unleashed.

Author's Note

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