Creepypastas

The door.

Well... Death row isn't what I thought it would be. It's, scary. Here I am, writing my last message on a napkin... No one believes my story, so I'm hoping that you, who reads this, will find it, and get out. Hopefully you will let the story get around... Maybe it will be investigated further. But for now this message will remain in a brick that I managed to pull free from the wall. I'm leaving it slightly ajar to make it slightly obvious.

There was a door in my house... I had a lot of doors in my house, but there was one in particular, that could never be opened. Well that's not true, it could opened, but there was nothing behind it. Just a normal plaster wall. It wasn't quite normal though. The wall seemed to thick. It felt like it was solid steel. Solid stainless steel. If you knocked on the wall, you wouldn't hear a single echo. However this room that the door was in, it was the living room in case you were wondering, was on the outer side.

My wife and I had a dog. It was a poodle. Not my idea, just so you know, all hers. Anyway, this dog had a problem with the door. Whenever it would come near the door, it would start barking, and if it needed to pass by the door, it would run.

We had that dog for two years. No incidents occurred. However, one late April night, I was awoken by the sound of a door slamming shut. I woke my wife up, and we both investigated the sound. There were thankfully no intruders, and we found that the front door was unlocked. We locked it, and started back toward bed.

That was when my wife realized the dog was gone. We both assumed he had hightailed it out the front door, and maybe the wind simply blew it open. Never the less, we both left the house in search for the damn dog. I can't say we found it. The night was fading and we both needed sleep for our early morning jobs, simply hoping the dog would come back on its own.

We went back home, and upon opening the front door, we realized something wasn't right. that much was obvious. The door, was open. The white wall behind it was gone, and replacing it was a vail of darkness.

We both went to investigate it... That was the worst decision we could have made. I shined my flashlight into the door, but no good came from it. There wasn't a single bit of light that could pierce the black.

My wife was closer, standing right in front of it. She reached her had forward... I should have stopped her, but I just couldn't... I was too curious. Her hand slid easily into the darkness. The moment her hand touched the scape, another palm, pushed its way through. It was the palm of a females had, so slim and pale.

My wife pushed her hand in further, and as if matched her move, the other hand pushed its way out. My wife pushed her arm in, all the way up to the elbow, and the other hand did the same. Just the same amount. Matched perfectly. The hand that had pushed its way through, had something on its finger... It had a wedding ring. My wife's wedding ring.

I told her to pull her arm out, and she tried. She tried pulling her arm out, but it did no good. She struggled to pull it out, but made no progress. The other arm however, made no attempt to pull back. It just remained there, motionless. Unmoving. It took a minute, but the arm did eventually do something. It reached around and grabbed my wife's arm. She yelled, but her screams were cut short as the arm pulled her the rest of the way into the door.

Once she was in, the door closed... It didn't matter how hard I tried, that door would not open...

I'm running out of paper, so I have to cut this short... So my wife and dog were eventually found. I can't say they were in one piece. The police pinned the crime on me... I was granted one last visit to the house... I only wanted to look at one thing... The door. It wasn't there, not at all. It didn't even look like a door had ever been there. The walls paint didn't seem to have any faults, or holes. It looked as though a door had never been there to begin with.

That was when I realized... That door wasn't there when we moved in... And I don't even have the slightest clue when it appeared. It just did... My wife and I never questioned it... It never seemed out of place.

I've,run,out,of,room,on,this,paper.Please,however,you,are,you,have,to,get,the,police,to,look,into,this.The,people,who,arrested,me,were,not,officers.I,don't,know,who,they,were.Just,remember.Count,the,doors.Keep,that,number,in,mind,at,all,times.If,you,ever,think,you,have,miscounted.Run.If,there,is,ever,an,extra,door,then,just,run.Chances,are,you,didn't,miscount.