The Door

The door wasn't supposed to open. It was supposed to stay closed for as long as possible. But yet that didn't stop my little brother. I couldn't stop my little brother. Mom told him, "Don't open that door. Evil is behind that door. And when evil gets out we will all fall." My little brother was only eight. He didn't know any better. I've heard the story over and over but I was too scared to open the door. He wasn't. I was playing video games when I heard his little footsteps. I checked to see what he was doing. He was pacing back and forth in front of the door. My heart sank. I went up to him and said, "Hey buddy, what are you doing?" He looks up at me and smiles. His white pearly teeth shined in the light. But his smile wasn't so shiny. It was creepy. Almost unnatural.

    He said, "It wants me to open it." The way he said it sent chills down my spine. He continued smiling at me. I honestly didn't know what to do. I was so creeped out. I said, "It? Who's it?" He laughed. Almost forcing himself to laugh. He laughed so much he began coughing. I just looked at him not knowing what to do. He said, "You know. It." He nodded at me. I felt like he expected me to know who he was talking about. But I didn't and that was the scary part. Who was telling my little brother to open the door? Why does it want him to open the door? I had so many questions I wanted to ask but I could only come up with one. I kneeled next to him and said, "Buddy, you know mom doesn't want us to open the door. You know that evil will come out of the door. We can't risk it. But please tell me who it is?"

    He laughed again. I just looked at him with the most serious face I could muster. I was terrified. My little brother was acting weird and it worried me. I had a feeling there wasn't anything I could do about it either. Which made it even more scary. He continued to just look at me. He said, "Please, I need to let him out. He's crying." He started grabbing his head. He looked at me and said, "Fine! I'll do it." He grabbed the door handle, he made eye contact, and he opened the door. He smiled as a white light covered his face. Then, I heard a plunge noise come from the door. My brother's face went from happiness to sadness and confusion. We looked down and saw a hook going into his stomach. He looked up at me. He then started to get dragged closer to the door. I ran and grabbed his arms. I said, "No, no, no! Hold on! Please!"

    He looked up at me and said, "You killed me! You killed me!" He got dragged into the door, it slammed shut, and I stood there not knowing what to do. I closed my eyes hoping it was all a bad dream. When I opened my eyes I saw blood all over the place, I heard sirens, and I saw I was holding a knife. I dropped the knife, I dropped to the floor, and I said, "Mom! Mom!" She walked up to me. She said, "Do you know what you did?" I shake my head and I say, "No I don't. Mom, what did I do?" She looked at me coldly and said, "You killed your little brother." I shook my head and said, "No, that's not possible he just opened the door-" I looked at where the door was supposed to be. I didn't see it. I started crying. I said, "Mom, I'm sorry." She nodded and said, "I am too." The police came into the house and took me away. Turns out there was no door and no secret evil hiding behind it. The evil was me. I was evil.