It wasn’t there yesterday.
A door—small, wooden, and half-covered in dust—
hidden behind a bookcase no one had touched in years.
They thought it was just storage.
Until they opened it…
And found a staircase that led down into darkness.
No lights.
No sound.
Just cold air… and scratch marks on the inside of the door.
📜 A torn journal lay at the bottom step.
The last sentence read:
“If you’re reading this… shut the door. Now.”
They didn’t listen.
And what followed?
Changed everything.
Some doors are meant to stay closed.
This one?
Should’ve never been found.
