The Door: Flash Fiction


Nobody ever tried to open the door before but that’s just because they were too afraid to see what was at the other side. There are of course tales of people trying to proof their braveness by opening the door and they end up dying a few days later. Whenever their bodies were found, it would always be reported that they are just sacks of bones, as if they died of starvation. Trying to proof that whatever behind the door is harmless, I opened it one day. I haven’t eaten in a week, trying to wonder about why the room was empty but alive at the same time.


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