The hidden door

A car diverted from the highway, entering a narrow-dusty lane devoid of lights. Hundred meters later, it stopped abruptly. He yanked open the glove-compartment. The heavy golden-necklace slid, falling on the front passenger-seat. He sat motionless, realizing what perils it had brought with it. He had to get rid of it. Immediately! He picked it with sweaty-hands as his heart pounded heavily.

He'd procured it just two days ago from a stranger at an art-exhibition. It seemed centuries old, and priceless for his antiquities-collection. The lady adorning it, however, had made bizarre statements about it. She'd claimed it was thousand years old, used by a witch to summon malevolent beings to prey on unfortunate victims; their blood kept her immortal.

"It isn't a necklace. It's a hidden doorway." she'd said.

Her black attire, especially the strange tattoo on her forearm that she'd kept rubbing, made him assume she was fascinated with the occult. He regretted it now. He'd seen his late-grandmother that midnight, was hearing whispers, a levitating-chair had attacked him in his own home, and he'd just seen a pale-figure in the backseat minutes ago, staring at him through the rear-view-mirror. He remembered the final words she'd said with a mysterious smile.

Dark secrets are revealed in the darkest of places.

They terrified him out, as he scanned the road ahead first, and then behind through the side-mirrors; dark and eerie. Getting out, he took a handful-steps in trepidation when a nudging feeling of being watched overwhelmed him. When he turned around slowly, a horrifying figure stared at him, standing on the car's roof. He noticed the familiar mysterious smile, but now, it was a sinister grin. Petrified momentarily upon seeing the witch, he dropped the necklace and dashed for the car when she raised the staff in her hand. He was immobilized. As he struggled, a dark silhouette gradually emerged around him...of the entity that held him a prisoner. Gasping for breath, he heard vicious growling. As it neared, he saw three pairs of bloodshot-eyes on the dreadful creature that pounced on him, gnawing at his flesh. He felt intense pain when he fell on the ground. Then everything turned dark.

She rubbed the strange tattoo on her forearm asshe stood over his corpse. As she devoured his blood that was smeared on herhands, the wrinkles on her skin began to disappear. She picked her necklacelying on the ground and wore it again, closing the hidden door...for now."