[ WP ] you find a door you have never noticed before in a home you 've lived in for 20 years .

*Huh? * 
 
 I caught a glimpse of something, a shifting form, hidden in the corner of my eye. Out of sight. An imaginary voice whispers to me, compelling me not to look; to turn and run. 
 
 But a stronger voice screams to look. The temptation of the unknown. I turn my head to look at what I did n't want to see. 
 
 The door. What door? 
 
 There is n't a door there. There ca n't be. There never has been. 
 
 But there is. 
 
 My mouth runs dry and my hearts beats a rhythm against my chest. The beat increases in tempo and my head burns. 
 
 What's there? 
 
 My mind is in conflict with itself. One side telling me to run, the other to walk closer. Which do I listen to? 
 
 My body chooses to step closer, wanting to know for itself. 
 
 Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. 
 
 Every step brings me closer to the door. The door that ca n't be a door. Peeling white paint fringes the edges, grubby marks smear the handle. It's old, older than any of the other doors. 
 
 I have reached it now. My legs are shaking. 
 
 *I ca n't do this. * 
 
 Shut up, yes you can. 
 
 *I ca n't. I'm scared. * 
 
 We'll do it together, okay. 
 
 *No. * 
 
 Come on, just raise your hand. 
 
 *Nonononononono* 
 
 But still I raise my hand, placing it on the handle. I push down, the door unlocking with a soft click, and a faint *swoosh* as I nudge the door ajar, the base scraping against the carpet. 
 
 Taking a deep breath, I ready myself before throwing the door open fully, to reveal....nothing. 
 
 Just a room. An ordinary bedroom by the look of it. A few photos, of me with a pretty young woman, then the same people but the woman is older. Strange, I do n't remember taking those. I'm not really sure who she is either. 
 
 I pause for a moment. 
 
 *What did I come in here for? * 
 
 Oh well. Guess I'll go and make my lunch. Or finish it. It gets so hard to remember these days. I've lived a long life. Sometimes little things just seem to slip away.
