The door

Mercury

It was one of those days when the whole world appeared to be happy and frolicing, while Frank felt like absolute the worst thing on earth. He was barely staying awake, pushing himself to work simply out of spite and the urge to collect money. His boss, Tim, was going to make a big announcement at last week's meeting, but something got in his way and so our dear protagonist had to scramble himself to a meeting on a Monday morning at 7:30. "This is going to be fine", he said to himself, knowing that it probably wouldn't go fine. His coworker, Suzzane, who knew almost anything but the magical ability to shut up sometimes, had mentioned that the bank that they worked in was dwindling to almost bankruptcy. The only place where they could cut costs would be the personal or the salary of the managers, but as we all know, the second option was no option.

In essence, it was already going to be a pretty bad day to begin with, but one thing made it even worse for Frank. He noticed a weird kind of door in his office. The strange thing was, he never saw that door before, working there for almost half a year. Just looking at it gave him creeps and made him feel nauseous, even though it was just a normal looking door. It had black lacquer graciously spread over its wooden front, with little finishes which gave the feeling that faces were looking at you. Although you could see the resemblance of a face, with eyes and nose and everything, from the corner of your eye as soon as you would even just so much as try to focus on a single one, they would vanish, leaving you feeling pretty paranoid and helpless. Helplessness was exactly the feeling that our dear protagonist Frank was experiencing. It was this sudden urge to do something, to flee, to fight, whenever he saw that door; or rather, when it saw him.

"Brrrmmm, Brmmm", Franks alarm rang. He had to leave for the meeting, or else he would come late.