A/N: Right, before anyone accuses me of copying stories from the account emma1423, it is an old account of mine that I used before this one and I didn't really know what Wattpad was. both Hall of doors and Forever Amber are on there, so just don't. Please tell me in the comments if you are liking these :)
Suddenly I am standing on the doorstep of an old Victorian house, now wishing I had refused the dare. Just five minutes ago I was with my friends playing extreme dares in the woods not far from here, and when it had come to my turn I had been dared to come here and go in. All the lights in the house were out but the door stood ajar. I called out; “Hello is anyone there?” although I knew this was silly because the place was abandoned. But I could not shake off the feeling of being watched. ‘It is just my friends’ I told myself ‘they‘re watching me from the woods.’ But deep down I knew, this presence was not anything that was, or had any intention of being, my friend.
Slowly, I pushed open the heavy panelled door and before me is a long corridor. Each wall was lined with doors, doors and more doors that go on down the corridor and into oblivion. Each door was different and intricate. If I had not been so interested with the doors I might have seen the warning signs; a half decomposed hand protruding from a door on my left, a skull that rolled around on the floor or the fact that the door I had just come through had shut behind me and it’s bolt has locked…
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Shorts: a composition of short stories.
FantasyThis story is a collection of short stories I have written.... as the name suggests! I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.
