The Door

Chapter 1

It's was already 15 minutes past my curfew when I made it to the entrance of the cemetery. I pressed the brakes on my bike, took a deep breath and muttered to myself "Mom's going to kill me!" I glanced around as I cruised along the path hoping I wouldn't run into someone I knew, I was already going to be in trouble for being late I didn't need mom finding out I cut through the cemetery too.

The further in I ride the faster a thick tangible fog surrounded me, shrinking the visibility to barely past my out stretched fingers. I slowed down and began to walk my bike wondering if I was heading in the right direction when I tripped. I slowly got to my feet my hands aching from breaking my fall; I wiped the mixture of blood and mud onto my jeans an noticed I was standing in front of wooden door. A weird feeling of familiarity struck me as I turned trying to get an idea of where the trail is but was greeted by more ominous fog.

I propped my bike on it's kickstand an slowly stalked to the door cautiously. As I stood in front of the massive door it dawned on me that this was the same door that has been plaguing my dreams for almost 3 weeks. I ran my hand over the wood as I have hundreds of times in my dreams and to my surprise it was warm to the touch, almost too hot to touch.

"Excuse me young man you seem to be lost." I whipped around to see a man who towered above 6 feet wearing a black suit that drew attention to how unusually thin he was, I looked into his eyes and noticed they didn't match his seemingly warm smile. I instinctively took a step back as I muttered "Sorry sir I lost my way trying to head home." My head was cleared as the harsh bite of the damp wind wrapped itself around me. "It's fine Matt I'm just surprised to find you in the cemetery at this time" the man said as he watched me his head cocked like a tiger stalking it's prey. I took another step back slowly and his eyes flickered down to my feet, I froze and as our eyes locked his smile deepened "How do you know my name?!" I stammered.

The man leaned in and the wind itself quieted as if it was afraid to move when he said "I've been waiting for you for some time now." His face became practically skeletal; his eyes sunk further into his head and resemble tar pits. I turn to run and there he is in front of me again, he grabbed my forearm and pulled me closer I tried to pull away to no avail, he began dragging me with ease towards the door. I kicked an screamed but words and sound wouldn't come out, tears began streaming down my face as the last thing I saw before the door closed was the desolate foggy graveyard.