Short Stories:

He Walked In The Door:

Alex Lamont: Fear: (Part 1)

Every night I'd hear my sister yelling at my mom to close the closet door as the fear of what lurks behind the 'unclosed' door, that envelopes most children, prevented her from sleep. I always believed it to be a crazy fear. Well, that was until I opened the door.

Alex Lamont: Another Day Another Door: (Part 2)

This morning is hectic. I'm rushing through the house throwing whatever I think I'll need for school, into my bag. My fathers keeping a weather eye out for the 'he' whom walks in doors. My father takes one last look out the door and gives me the thumbs up. We are lucky. We are not his victims this morning. I've never seen 'he' in the door, but others have. They say he goes to a different door whenever he's hungry. He then waits, starring at his chosen door until an unfortunate person opens it and when they do...Their brains pour out of their ears and they become slaves to the 'he' forever more. They say that he rips flesh from the bone!

I have to walk to school now. I dread the walk every morning but I know I must. The walk is long today and seems to be dragging on forever as my mind races with thought. The clouds are storming over and rain is evidently showering on the nearby town. I wondered whether they feared doors like the people of my town.

I walk round the back of the school, weary as always, and climb through the back window, the unpopular one. I do this every day to prevent opening any doors and to stay out of view from the public, his prey.

I walk through the mess hall when I hear it. The creaking of a longtime, out of business, door. I scream for the pack of cheerleaders to stop and run, but the girls, being girls, shrug little old invisible me off, and there he is. I close my eyes and run instantaneously. Their screams piercing my ears like a thousand knives.

I made it! I made it to the safety of my mathematics class. I take a seat at the back, near the window, not bothering to collect my equipment from my locker 'door'. For once I was relieved to do school work. Just as I began to relax my relief teacher Ms Tenny, whom was oblivious of the 'he' due to her lack of english skills, begins to open the class door for 'fresh air'. Panic struck's me like a bullet as I yell at her. She returns my caution with a glare as the class becomes chaotic. She kindly attempts to calm the class by proving that their is nothing and no one outside the door, but it's too late. She screams and falls to her knees just as I jump out the window.

I land on my hands and knees with a thud, glass embedding into my skin. The pain is excruciating as every step eggs the glass in further. I run the whole way home, jump through the open window of my welcoming house and snuggled into my family sofa.

I then hear the familiar creaking of the front door causing perturbation in my soul, my heart pounds through the roof. I pull my favourite woollen blanket up, just below my eyes, obscuring my face from view as I watch the door bit by bit, open. Fear paralyses my body. I have no choice but to watch and wait...CREAK... I can't take it anymore...CREAK...He's going to kill me...CREAK...Lord please save me...CREAK...Noooooooooooooooooooo

Relief surges through my broken body as I see the person walking in...my mom. I run towards her, all pain ceasing to exist and I grip her in an impenetrable hug. Tears well in my eyes despite my insistent fight to force them away.

Just as my panic dies down I watched my mothers arise as she sees my bloodied hands. She storms into the medical cabinet mumbling stuff about how uncautious I am. I laugh, muffling my sobs as she tells me about the mouthful I'll be receiving from my father when he gets home...any minute now. I sip on a freshly made hot chocolate and snuggles into the sofa, once again, as my mother begins to tweezer the glass out of my hands.

All of a sudden I hear a KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK... Momentary panic causes me to shiver but dies down as I remember that it is most likely dad coming home from work. I slowly walk over to let him in as mom goes to find some bandages and I open the door. It wasn't dad...

I fall to my knees, all panic and pain leaving my system simultaneously. I feel a squeal leave my lips as the most adorable, awe inspiring....puppy looks up at me. His eyes glistening, soo adorably. I can no longer control my body. I am now a slave to him forevermore...and he walked through the door.