We should get a flashlight, silly.”
“Right. And snacks? It could be our secret room.”
“Oh yeah! And grab whatever we might need. Or want. Meet back here in five minutes.”
We went our separate ways, got a few things, and came back in front of that same small, square door.
“What did you get?” I asked Jordan, who was carrying a backpack.
“Lantern, lighter, candles, snacks, water bottles and a blanket. I couldn’t find the flashlight with all those unpacked boxes everywhere. What about you?”
“A few books, a blanket, snacks, water bottle, juice, Swiss knife. You ready?”
“Yup. This is pretty cool, but we have to do it before the others get back.”
Together, we reached for the knob, and we both opened the door, his hand on mine. A cold wind rushed at us as soon as we opened it. Impulsively, I shut the door. We turned to each other at the same time.
“I’m getting my jacket,” we said simultaneously.
After grabbing our jackets upstairs, we went back down, put them on, and opened the door. I crawled in first, and Jordan went after me. He closed the door behind us.
“Hey wha-” I started, but my brother clapped a hand over my mouth. My unfinished sentence repeated itself over and over again, each time softer and more distant than the last.
My brother and I exchanged glances.
A cave.
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Through The Door
Ciencia FicciónThe ropes on his hands cut into his skin. It stung and burned him, but he was determined to stay collected, showing no signs of pain. Rionen braced himself as he heard the whoosh, and then there was a crack, and pain. He immersed himself in darkness...
