Mystery Door

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Elizabeth's hands trembled as she hurriedly fumbled with the door locks, the echoes of the knocking still ringing in her ears. The comforting familiarity of her home seemed to offer little solace; the once-safe environment now felt charged with an unsettling tension.

Shaking off her jacket, she tossed it into the closet and closed the door. The knocking sound resumed almost immediately, louder and more insistent than before. It was as though the rhythmic pounding was urging her to confront whatever it was that had followed her from the forest.

Her heart raced again, but she forced herself to approach the closet, her footsteps slow and deliberate. With each step, the knocking grew more frantic, as if something—or someone—was desperate to get out. Elizabeth's hand hovered over the closet door, her breath coming in uneven gasps.

Summoning her courage, she slowly opened the closet door. The knocking ceased abruptly, replaced by an eerie silence. Elizabeth peered inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The closet was empty, save for her jacket draped over the hangers.

She stepped back, confusion mingling with fear. Just as she turned to leave, the door to her bedroom creaked open by itself. Elizabeth’s breath hitched. Her mind raced with possibilities: Was it a trick of the wind, or something more sinister?

As she approached the bedroom door, she noticed a faint, shimmering light seeping through the crack. It was a soft, ghostly glow, reminiscent of the light she had seen beyond the mysterious door in the forest. The light seemed to beckon her, drawing her closer despite her instinct to run.