Don't Blink!

Open Door

In the recesses of my childhood, nightmares gripped me like unseen talons.

 A spectral menagerie of ghosts, monsters, and demons. 

In every haunting dream, one constant prevailed—a beckoning open door. 

It was my escape, my sanctuary from the twisted horrors that lurked within my slumbering mind.

As the years unfurled, the open door became a metaphor for my choices in life, a portal leading me through the dark corridors of a troubled existence. 

As a misguided youth, I danced on the fringes of society, entangled in a dangerous web of drug abuse. 

The cold fingers of the law reached for me, but I always eluded their grasp, weaving through the shadows like a phantom in the night.

Life, a fragile thread, held me in its precarious embrace. Survival, my sole companion on this harrowing journey, dictated the rhythm of my heart. 

Each day was a desperate struggle against the currents of a world that seemed determined to drag me under. Then came the day when the threads of my existence were mercilessly severed. 

The open door, my eternal refuge, was slammed shut. 

Panic gripped my soul as they began closing it, not with the creaking hinges of my nightmares but with the finality of dirt and debris. 

I pleaded with the universe, a silent scream echoing in the depths of my despair. 

"Let me out! Don't leave me in this darkness!"

But my pleas were swallowed by the relentless symphony of the earth, sealing my fate. 

The last open door materialized before me—a coffin, a vessel of eternal rest. 

The realization struck me with the force of a thousand phantoms, each whispering the chilling truth: 

There was no escape this time.

In the silence that followed, the echoes of my unspoken words reverberated through the void.

The open door, once a harbinger of salvation, now served as the gateway to an abyss. 

The darkness enveloped me.

The lid closed, sealing my earthly remains within the confines of the cold, unforgiving wood. 

I could almost hear the haunting laughter of the nightmares that had long tormented my soul. 

The open door had led me not to salvation, but to an eternal night, where the monsters of my own making had finally claimed their victory.